But in, in, lest you make her wait.
Lesbia. I follow.
Exeunt Mysis and Lesbia.
[ SCENE II.]
Manent Simo, Davus.
Davus. Unfortunate! What remedy! (Aside.)
Simo. How’s this? (To himself.)
And can he be so mad? What! educate
A harlot’s child!—Ah, now I know their drift:
Fool that I was, scarce smelt it out at last.