Is so transcendent, it exceeds them all.
[ SCENE II.]
Enter Chremes.
Chrem. (to Sostrata, within). Nay prithee, good wife, cease to stun the Gods
With thanking them that you have found your daughter;
Unless you fancy they are like yourself,
And think they can not understand a thing
Unless said o’er and o’er a hundred times.
—But meanwhile (coming forward) wherefore do my son and Syrus
Loiter so long?