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atch. (_To himself._) DAVUS. O monstrous impudence! (_Bawling._) MYSIS. Why all this noise? DAVUS. Did not I see this child convey'd by stealth Into your house last night? MYSIS. Oh rogue! DAVUS. 'Tis true. I saw old Canthara stuff'd out? MYSIS. Thank Heav'n, Some free-women were present at her labor? DAVUS. Troth, she don't know the gentleman, for whom She plays this game. She thinks, should Chremes see The child laid here, he would not grant his daughter. Faith, he would grant her the more willingly. CHREMES. Not he indeed. (_To himself._) DAVUS. But now, one word for all, Take up the child; or I shall trundle him Into the middle of the street, and roll You, madam, in the mire. MYSIS. The fellow's drunk. DAVUS. One piece of knavery begets another: Now, I am told, 'tis whisper'd all about, That she's a citizen of Athens-- (_Loud._) CHREMES. How! DAVUS. And that by law he will be forc'd to wed her. MYSIS. Why prithee is she not a citizen? CHREMES. What a fine scrape was I within a hair Of being drawn into! (_To himself._) DAVUS. What voice is that? (_Turning about._) Oh Chremes! you are come in time. Attend! CHREMES. I have heard all already. DAVUS. You've heard all? CHREMES. Yes all, I say, from first to last. DAVUS. Indeed? Good lack, what knaveries! this lying jade Should be dragg'd hence to torture.--This is he! (_To MYSIS._) Think not 'twas Davus you impos'd upon. MYSIS. Ah me!--Good Sir, I spoke the truth indeed. CHREMES. I know the whole.--Is Simo in the house? DAVUS. Yes, Sir. (_Exit CHREMES._ [Changes: Hold! do not stir from where you are, be sure. _Harper edition has "besure"_ _Harper_ DAVUS. How say you? Pamphilus's? MYSIS. Why is 't not? _Colman 1768_ DAVUS. How say you? Pamphilus's? MYSIS. To be sure.] SCENE VIII. _Manent DAVUS, MYSIS. DAVUS runs up to her._ MYSIS. Don't offer to touch me, you villain! If I don't tell my mistress every word---- DAVUS. Why you don't know, you fool, what good we've done. MYSIS. How should I? DAVUS. This is father to the bride: Nor could it otherwise have been contriv'd That he should know what we would have him. MYSIS. Well, You should have given me notice. DAVUS. Is there then No diff'rence, think you, whether all you say Falls natural from the heart, or comes From dull premeditation? SCENE IX. _Enter CRITO._ CRITO. In this street They say
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