Mys. Pol! Lesbia, what you say is very true.
You may go far to find a faithful lover.

Sim. Is this the maiden of the Andrian?

Dav. Yes, yes.

Mys. ⁠But Pamphilus—this Pamphilus—

Sim. Eh, what?

Mys. ⁠Has kept his plighted troth.

Sim. ⁠Hem, hem.

Dav. Would either he were deaf, or they were mute.

Mys. And he has given commands to rear the babe.

Sim. O Jupiter! What is the thing I hear?
It's lost—if what she states is veritable.

Les. Now, by my credit, an ingenuous lad.

Mys. An excellent. Now follow me within;
Perchance my mistress needs you.

Les. ⁠Come away.

Dav. Davus, how now, how remedy this freak?

Sim. Is it credible—I ask, now—credible?
What, from a stranger? Ah! now, I perceive—
Ah, what a dunce am I!

Dav. ⁠What does he say?

Sim. It is that rascal's villany, to feign
This parturition; there is no such thing—
Only to frighten Chremes.

Gly. [Within.] Juno Lucina! help—help I beseech you!

Sim. Oh, oh! directly—quite absurd—so soon