Davus. Now he supposes I’ve some trick in hand,
And loiter here to practice it on him!
Simo. Well, what now, Davus?
Davus. Nothing.
Simo. Nothing, say you?
Davus. Nothing at all.
Simo. And yet I look’d for something.
Davus. So, I perceive, you did:—This nettles him. (Aside.)
Simo. Can you speak truth?
Davus. Most easily.