Eunomia. I know him; not a bad sort of man.
Megadorus. I’d like his maiden daughter to be promised me in marriage. Don’t make any words about it, sister; I know what you are going to say—that she’s poor. This poor girl pleases me.
Eunomia. May the gods prosper it!
Megadorus. I hope the same.
Eunomia. Do you wish me to stay for anything else?
Megadorus. No; farewell.
Eunomia. And to you the same, brother.
(Goes into the house.)
Megadorus. I’ll go to see Euclio, if he’s at home. But, ah! here comes the very man toward his own house!
Enter Euclio