Sim. Do you employ your own intelligence
Of craftiness upon some other subject.
Dav. Kind words, I pray you, master.
Sim. Ah, you jeer,
I know you well: now don't be obstinate,
Nor say I did not warn you: eh, beware.
ACT I.—Scene 3.—Davus.
Dav. From what I see, my Davus, it is time
To wake and look about—from what I see
About the sentiments of this old man
This marriage threatens ruin to my master,
As well as unto me. Now, bother it,
I can't see whether I had better aid
My master Pamphilus, or master father.
If I leave Pamphilus the boy will die,
And if I leave him not, my back must smart.
I cannot see my way, Simo knows all,
And has his eyes on me, and watches me
Lest I should play a trick, and if he spy me
Devising one—off am I to the mill—
And to that am I tending otherwise.
This Andrian, whether wife or whether may,
Is heavy now by Pamphilus—and they
Outrageous are in wild audacity—
Madness, not gladness, better tells their state
They mean to rear the child, or boy or girl,
And feign a likely story—that she is
An Attican—a citizen of Athens.
