Chapter 32

_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._