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Sim. Speak not a word. Eh! Dromo.

Dav. Hear, I entreat you.

Dro. Master!

Sim. Haul him hence;

Haul him within directly.

Dro. Whom?

Sim. Him—Davus.

Dav. Wherefore?

Sim. Because I choose: haul him within.

Dav. What have I done?

Sim. Haul! haul!

Dav. If I have told a lie,

Then murder me.

Sim. I will not hear you, but

Give it you, soundly.

Dav. But I spoke truth.

Sim. See that he be well bound; and, hear you, hear!

Bind him by hand and feet. Pol! if I live,

I will shew you, my man, that peril lies

In treason to your master, and to me,

The father.

Chr. Nay, be not in a passion.

Sim. Chremes! is this then filial piety? is this

Respect due unto me? or shall I care

For such a son? oh Pamphilus, I say,

Come forth, come forth and blush.

Pam. Who summons me? My father, I'm undone!

Sim. What dost thou say? Of all—