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Sim. Doth he seek me?

Do you affirm that this Glycerium is

A free-born Attican?

Cri. Do you deny it?

Sim. Do you come hither thus prepared?

Cri. Prepared!

Sim. Prepared: to play the rogue, delude our youth,

And with impunity to spread your nets

And lures for generous youth; with promises

And vile solicitations, snaring them.

Cri. Are you insane?

Sim. From meretricious loves

To bind a marriage?

Pam. The stranger is upset

By these reproaches.

Chr. Simo, you know him not.

He is not what you say; he worthy is.

Sim. Or worthy or unworthy, how comes it

That he arrives at this unlooked for hour,

When I would wed my son unto another,

And heretofore unknown. Is that a tale

To be believed? say, Chremes.

Pam. If I did not fear

My father's wrath—ah! I could prompt a word.

Sim. A sycophant!

Cri. Ah!

Chr. Ah! pardon, Crito, pray,

He is angry.

Cri. Be it so—but he

Must curb his tongue, or I shall say in turn

What may displease him. What have I to do

With your disorders—what are they to me!