A thing past all belief?—I do believe it.
Syrus. This exculpation bodes some fault, I’m sure. (Aside.)
Sostra. Do you remember, I was pregnant once,
When you assur’d me with much earnestness,
That if I were deliver’d of a girl,
You would not have the child brought up?
Chrem. I know
What you have done. You have brought up the child.
Syrus. Madam, if so, my master gains a loss.
Sostra. No, I have not: but there was at that time