Chrem. Good Heaven!
What kind of man are you?
Mene. What mean you, Chremes?
Chrem. Has it then slipp’d your memory so soon,
The conversation that we had together,
Touching the rogueries they should devise,
To trick you of your money?
Mene. I remember.
Chrem. This is the trick.
Mene. How, Chremes? I’m deceiv’d.