told your son that she was promised, of
course Dromo would at once throw in a word that golden jewels,
clothes, {and} attendants would be needed for the bride, in order that
you might give the money.

MEN. No.

CHREM. How, no?

MEN. No, I tell you.

CHREM. Nor yet your son himself?

MEN. Not in the slightest, Chremes. He was only the more pressing on
{this} one point, that the match might be concluded to-day.

CHREM. You say what's surprising. What did my {servant} Syrus do?
Didn't even he {say} any thing?

MEN. Nothing at all.

CHREM. For what reason, I don't know.

MEN. For my part, I wonder at {that}, when you know other things so
well. But this same Syrus has moulded your son,[93] too, to such
perfection, that there could not be even the slightest suspicion that
she is {Clinia's} mistress!

CHREM. What do you say?

MEN. Not to mention, then, their kissing and embracing; that I count
nothing.

CHREM. What more could be done to carry on the cheat?

MEN. Pshaw!

CHREM. What do you mean?

MEN. Only listen. In the inner part of my house there is a certain
room at the back; into this a bed was brought, {and} was made up with
bed-clothes.

CHREM. What took place after this?

MEN. No sooner said than done, thither went Clitipho.

CHREM. Alone?

MEN. Alone.

CHREM. I'm alarmed.

MEN. Bacchis followed directly.

CHREM. Alone?

MEN. Alone.

CHREM. I'm undone!

MEN. When they had gone into {the room}, they shut the door.

CHREM. Well-- did Clinia see {all} this going on?

MEN. How shouldn't he? He was with me.

CHREM. Bacchis is my son's mistress, Menedemus-- I'm undone.

MEN. Why so?

CHREM. I have hardly substance to suffice for ten days.[94]

MEN. What! are you alarmed at it, because he is paying attention to
his friend?

CHREM. His "she-friend" rather.[95]

MEN. If he {really} is paying it.

CHREM. Is it a matter of doubt to you? Do you suppose that there is
any person of so accommodating and tame a spirit as to suffer his own
mistress, himself looking on, to--

MEN. (_chuckling and speaking ironically._) Why not? That I may be
imposed upon the more easily.

CHREM. Do you laugh at me? You have good reason. How angry I now am
with myself! How many things gave {proof}, whereby, had I not been a
stone, I might have been fully sensible {of this}? What was it I saw?
Alas! wretch that I am! But assuredly they shall not escape my
vengeance if I live; for this instant--

MEN.