But here’s your father: let him not perceive
You’re melancholy.
[ SCENE V.]
Enter Simo at a distance.
Simo. I return to see
What they’re about, or what they meditate.
Davus. Now is he sure that you’ll refuse to wed.
From some dark corner brooding o’er black thoughts
He comes, and fancies he has fram’d a speech
To disconcert you. See, you keep your ground.