at is done she may do willingly.

NAUS. I will.

DEM. And now assist us with your counsel,
As with your cash a little while ago.

NAUS. With all my heart: and I am only sorry
That 'tis my husband's fault I can't do more.

DEM. How so?

NAUS. Because he takes such little care
Of the estate my father nurs'd so well:
For from these very farms he never fail'd
To draw two talents by the year. But ah!
What difference between man and man!

DEM. Two talents?

NAUS. Aye--in worse times than these--and yet two talents?

DEM. Huy!

NAUS. What, are you surpris'd?

DEM. Prodigiously.

NAUS. Would I had been a man! I'd show----

DEM. No doubt.

NAUS. --By what means----

DEM. Nay, but spare yourself a little
For the encounter with the girl: lest she,
Flippant and young, may weary you too much.

NAUS. --Well, I'll obey your orders: but I see
My husband coming forth.

SCENE IV.

_Enter CHREMES, hastily._

CHREM. Ha!
Has Phormio had the money yet?

DEM. I paid him
Immediately.

CHREM. I'm sorry for't.-- (_Seeing NAUSISTRATA._)--My wife!
I'd almost said too much. (_Aside._)

DEM. Why sorry, Chremes?

CHREM. Nothing.--No matter.

DEM. Well, but hark ye, Chremes!
Have you been talking with the girl, and told her
Wherefore we bring your wife?

CHREM. I've settled it.

DEM. Well, and what says she?

CHREM. 'Tis impossible
To send her hence.

DEM. And why impossible?

CHREM. Because they are both so fond of one another.

DEM. What's that to us?

CHREM. A great deal. And besides,
I have discover'd she's related to us.

DEM. Have you your wits?

CHREM. 'Tis so. I'm very serious.
--Nay, recollect a little!

DEM. Are you mad?

NAUS. Good now, beware of wronging a relation!

DEM. She's no relation to us.

CHREM. Don't deny it.
Her father had assum'd another name,
And that deceiv'd you.

DEM. What! not know her father?

CHREM. Perfectly.

DEM. Why did she misname him then?

CHREM. Won't you be rul'd, nor understand me then?

DEM. What can I understand from nothing?

CHREM. Still? (_Impatiently._)

NAUS. I can't imagine what this means.

DEM. Nor I.

CHREM. Would you know all?--Why then, so help me Heaven,
She has no nearer kindred in the world
Than you and I.

DEM. Oh, all ye powers of heaven!
--Let us go to her then immediately:
I would fain know, or not know, all at once. (_Going._)

CHREM. Ah! (_Stopping him._)

DEM. What's the matter?

CHREM. Can't you trust