. And what says he, then?

DAVUS. That he's well assur'd
Glycerium's an Athenian citizen.

SIMO. Ho, Dromo! Dromo!

DAVUS. What now?

SIMO. Dromo!

DAVUS. Hear me.

SIMO. Speak but a word more--Dromo!

DAVUS. Pray, Sir, hear!

SCENE III.

_Enter DROMO._

DROMO. Your pleasure, Sir?

SIMO. Here, drag him headlong in,
And truss the rascal up immediately.

DROMO. Whom?

SIMO. Davus.

DAVUS. Why!

SIMO. Because I'll have it so.
Take him, I say.

DAVUS. For what offense?

SIMO. Off with him!

DAVUS. If it appear that I've said aught but truth,
Put me to death.

SIMO. I will not hear. I'll trounce you.

DAVUS. But though it should prove true, Sir!

SIMO. True or false.
See that you keep him bound: and do you hear?
Bind the slave hand and foot. Away! (_Exeunt DROMO and DAVUS._

SCENE IV.

_Manent SIMO, CHREMES._

--By Heav'n,
As I do live, I'll make you know this day
What peril lies in trifling with a master,
And make him know what 'tis to plague a father.

CHREMES. Ah, be not in such rage.

SIMO. Oh Chremes, Chremes,
Filial unkindness!--Don't you pity me!
To feel all this for such a thankless son!----
Here, Pamphilus, come forth! ho, Pamphilus!
Have you no shame? (_Calling at GLYCERIUM'S door._)

SCENE V.

_Enter PAMPHILUS._

PAM. Who calls?--Undone! my father!

SIMO. What say you? Most----

CHREMES. Ah, rather speak at once
Your purpose, Simo, and forbear reproach.

SIMO. As if 'twere possible to utter aught
Severer than he merits!--Tell me then; (_To PAM._)
Glycerium is a citizen?

PAM. They say so.

SIMO. They say so!--Oh amazing impudence!----
Does he consider what he says? does he
Repent the deed? or does his color take
The hue of shame?--To be so weak of soul,
Against the custom of our citizens,
Against the law, against his father's will,
To wed himself to shame and this vile woman.

PAM. Wretch that I am!

SIMO. Ah, Pamphilus! d'ye feel
Your wretchedness at last? Then, then, when first
You wrought upon your mind at any rate
To gratify your passion: from that hour
Well might you feel your state of wretchedness.
--But why give in to this? Why torture thus,
Why vex my spirit? Why afflict my age
For his distemp'rature? Why rue his sins?
--No; let him have her, joy in her, live with her.

PAM. My father!----

SIMO. How, my father!--can I think
You want this father? You that for yourself
A home, a wife, and children have acquir'd
Against your