Exit.
[ SCENE IV.]
Manent Simo, Davus.
Simo. This too where’s he that knows you would not swear
Was your contrivance?
Davus. My contrivance! what, Sir?
Simo. While in the house, forsooth, the midwife gave
No orders for the Lady in the straw:
But having issued forth into the street,
Bawls out most lustily to those within.