Chapter 33

_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._)