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Reply to what I ask you. Tell me what

You do within there.

Dav. Who, me?

Sim. Ay, you.

Dav. Who, I?

Sim. You, you I say.

Dav. A moment since,

Only, did I come here.

Sim. I did not ask you when,

But wherefore?

Dav. With your son.

Sim. What doth he there?

I am on thorns. Did you not tell me, sirrah,

That they had quarrelled?

Dav. Ay, that was so.

Sim. Well, then, what doth he there?

Chr. [With irony.] What doth he there?

He quarrels with her.

Dav. More, O Chremes! more,

An insolence unheard of. An old man,

Who or from whence I know not; an old man,

With a front bold and sly, who seems to think

Well of himself—with face of formal cut,

And words of candour.

Sim. Well, what stuff is this!

Dav. Nought; save for what he said.

Sim. What did he say?

Dav. Glycerium is an Attic citizen.

Sim. Hey, Dromo! Dromo!

Dav. What's the matter now?

Sim. Dromo!

Dav. Hear!