Sim. Speak not a word. Eh! Dromo.
Dav. Hear, I entreat you.
Dro. Master!
Sim. Haul him hence;
Haul him within directly.
Dro. Whom?
Sim. Him—Davus.
Dav. Wherefore?
Sim. Because I choose: haul him within.
Dav. What have I done?
Sim. Haul! haul!
Dav. If I have told a lie,
Then murder me.
Sim. I will not hear you, but
Give it you, soundly.
Dav. But I spoke truth.
Sim. See that he be well bound; and, hear you, hear!
Bind him by hand and feet. Pol! if I live,
I will shew you, my man, that peril lies
In treason to your master, and to me,
The father.
Chr. Nay, be not in a passion.
Sim. Chremes! is this then filial piety? is this
Respect due unto me? or shall I care
For such a son? oh Pamphilus, I say,
Come forth, come forth and blush.
ACT V.—Scene 3.—Pamphilus—Simo—Chremes.
Pam. Who summons me? My father, I'm undone!
Sim. What dost thou say? Of all—
