_The initial direction "_Manent SIMO, DAVUS._" is supplied from the 1768 edition._
_Harper_ SIMO. I been inform'd?
DAVUS. What then you found it out?
_Colman 1768_ SIMO. Inform'd?
DAVUS. What then you found it out yourself?
_Harper_ DAVUS. I've heard so, and believe so.
Besides a thousand things concur to lead To this conjecture. In the first place, she Profess'd herself with child by Pamphilus: That proves a falsehood. Now that she perceives A nuptial preparation at our house, A maid's dispatch'd immediately to bring _Colman 1768_ DAVUS. I've heard so, and believe so.
Besides a thousand different things concur To lead to this conjecture. First, Glycerium Profess'd herself with child by Pamphilus: That proves a falsehood. Now as she perceives A nuptial preparation at our house, A maid's immediately dispatch'd to bring]
SCENE V.
_Enter CHREMES._
SIMO. Chremes, good-day!
CHREMES. The very man I look'd for.
SIMO. And I for you.
CHREMES. Well met.--Some persons came To tell me you inform'd them, that my daughter Was to be married to your son to-day: And therefore came I here, and fain would know Whether 'tis you or they have lost their wits.
SIMO. A moment's hearing; you shall be inform'd, What I request, and what you wish to know.
CHREMES. I hear: what would you? speak.
SIMO. Now by the Gods; Now by our friendship, Chremes, which begun In infancy, has still increas'd with age; Now by your only daughter, and my son, Whose preservation wholly rests on you; Let me entreat this boon: and let the match Which should have been, still be.
CHREMES. Why, why entreat?
Knowing you ought not to beseech this of me.
Think you that I am other than I was, When first I gave my promise? If the match Be good for both, e'en call them forth to wed.
But if their union promises more harm Than good to both, you also, I beseech you, Consult our common interest, as if You were her father, Pamphilus my son.
SIMO. E'en in that spirit, I desire it, Chremes, Entreat it may be done; nor would entreat, But that occasion urges.
CHREMES. What occasion?
SIMO. A diff'rence 'twixt Glycerium and my son.
CHREMES. I hear. (_Ironically._)
SIMO. A breach so wide as gives me hopes To sep'rate them forever.
CHREMES. Idle tales!
SIMO. Indeed 'tis thus.
CHREMES. Aye marry, thus it is.
Quarrels of lovers but renew their love.
SIMO. Prevent we then, I pray, this mischief now; While time permits, while yet his passion's sore From contumelies; ere these women's wiles, Their wicked arts, and tears made up of fraud Shake his weak mind, and melt it to compassion.
Give him a wife: by intercourse with her, Knit by the bonds of wedlock, soon I hope, He'll rise above the guilt that sinks him now.
CHREMES. So you believe: for me, I can not think That he'll be constant, or that I can bear it.
SIMO. How can you know, unless you make the trial?
CHREMES. Aye, but to make that trial on a daughter Is hard indeed.
SIMO. The mischief, should he fail, Is only this: divorce, which Heav'n forbid!
But mark what benefits if he amend!
First, to your friend you will restore a son; Gain to yourself a son-in-law, and match Your daughter to an honest husband.
CHREMES. Well!
Since you're so thoroughly convinc'd 'tis right, I can deny you naught that lies in me.
SIMO. I see I ever lov'd you justly, Chremes.
CHREMES. But then----
SIMO. But what?
CHREMES. Whence is't you know That there's a difference between them?
SIMO. Davus, Davus, in all their secrets, told me so; Advis'd me too, to hasten on the match As fast as possible. Would he, d'ye think, Do that, unless he were full well assur'd My son desir'd it too?--Hear, what he says.
Ho there! call Davus forth.--But here he comes.
[Changes:
_Harper_ CHREMES. Whence is't you know _Colman 1768_ CHREMES. From whence are you appriz'd]
SCENE VI.
_Enter DAVUS._
DAVUS. I was about to seek you.
SIMO. What's the matter?
DAVUS. Why is not the bride sent for? it grows late.
SIMO. D'ye hear him?--Davus, I for some time past Was fearful of you; lest, like other slaves, As slaves go now, you should put tricks upon me, And baffle me, to favor my son's love.
DAVUS. I, Sir?
SIMO. I thought so: and in fear of that Conceal'd a secret which I'll now disclose.