Clit. My father as I wish’d—Good Sir, well met.
Chrem. What now?
Clit. D’ye know our neighbor Menedemus?
Chrem. Aye, very well.
Clit. D’ye know he has a son?
Chrem. I’ve heard he is in Asia.
Clit. No such thing.
He’s at our house, Sir.
Chrem. How!
Clit. But just arriv’d: