SCENE III.

SIMO, CHREMES, DAVUS, DROMO.

_Dromo._ What’s your pleasure, Sir.

_Simo._ Seize this rascal directly, and take him away[195].

_Dromo._ Whom?

_Simo._ Davus.

_Davus._ Why?

_Simo._ Because it is my pleasure. Away with him, I say.

_Davus._ What have I done?

_Simo._ Away with him.

_Davus._ If you find that I have spoken falsely, kill me.

_Simo._ I’ll not hear a single word. I’ll ruffle you now, rascal, I will.

_Davus._ For all that, what I say is true.

_Simo._ For all that, Dromo, take care to keep him bound, [196]and, do you hear? chain him up hands and feet together. Go, sirrah, if I live, I’ll shew you what it is to impose upon your master, and Pamphilus also shall learn that an indulgent father is not to be deceived with impunity.

[_Exeunt Dromo and Davus._

_Chremes._ Ah! Simo, check your excessive rage.

_Simo._ Chremes, is this the duty that a father ought to expect from his son? Do you not pity me, that I am made so anxious by a son? Oh Pamphilus! Pamphilus! come forth: have you no shame?