Part 17 (1/2)

CHREMES. Oh, why d'ye think?

He's gone to quarrel with her. (_Sneering._)

DAVUS. Nay, but Chremes, There's more in this, and you shall hear strange news.

There's an old countryman, I know not who, Is just arriv'd here; confident and shrewd; His look bespeaks him of some consequence.

A grave severity is in his face, And credit in his words.

SIMO. What story now?

DAVUS. Nay, nothing, Sir, but what I heard him say.

SIMO. And what says he, then?

DAVUS. That he's well a.s.sur'd Glycerium's an Athenian citizen.

SIMO. Ho, Dromo! Dromo!

DAVUS. What now?

SIMO. Dromo!

DAVUS. Hear me.

SIMO. Speak but a word more--Dromo!

DAVUS. Pray, Sir, hear!

SCENE III.

_Enter DROMO._

DROMO. Your pleasure, Sir?

SIMO. Here, drag him headlong in, And truss the rascal up immediately.

DROMO. Whom?

SIMO. Davus.

DAVUS. Why!

SIMO. Because I'll have it so.

Take him, I say.

DAVUS. For what offense?

SIMO. Off with him!

DAVUS. If it appear that I've said aught but truth, Put me to death.

SIMO. I will not hear. I'll trounce you.