Dav. What do you think to play upon us so:
Are we such likely persons to be duped?
Chr. I came here in good time.
Dav. I say, my girl,
Just carry off tliis brat before tbe gate.
[Aside.] Don't move a jot; stand just now as you are.
Mys. May gods uproot you! How you frighten me!
Dav. Is it to you I speak, or not?
Mys. Eh, what?
What do you want?
Dav. A pretty question that—
Who owns the brat you laid there, tell me that?
Mys. As if you did not know.
Dav. As if I did not know—
Answer me straight.
Mys. Well, then, of your—
Dav. Your who?
Mys. Your Pamphilus.
Dav. Our Pamphilus
How so?
Mys. How so.—say, is it not so? Eh?
Chr. With reason I have ever feared this match.
Dav. Oh! libel, libellous and actionable!
Mys. Why bawl you so!
Dav. Did I not yesterday
See you bear this thing home?
Mys. O villain, rogue!
Dav. But it is truth. Why, I saw Canthara
With bundle 'neath her robe.
Mys. Pol! I am glad
Matrons freeborn[1] were present at the birth.
- ↑ Slaves could not bear testimony.
