Syrus. How’s this? why prithee then, d’ye praise those slaves,
Who trick their masters?
Chrem. Yes upon occasion.
Syrus. Mighty fine, truly!
Chrem. Why, it oft prevents
A great deal of uneasiness: for instance,
My neighbour Menedemus, well deceiv’d,
Would ne’er have seen his son abandon him.
Syrus. I don’t know whether he’s in jest or earnest,
But it gives me encouragement to trick him.