Enter DEMIPHO and CHREMES.
Demipho. Well, have you brought back your daughter with you, on whose account you went to Lemnos?
Demipho. And why not?
Chremes. When her mother saw that I was staying here rather a long time, and the girl's age did n't admit of neglect on my part, she set out, so they said, with all her household, to come to me.
Demipho. Pray, then, why did you stay there so long after you had heard this?
Chremes. Hang it!1 I was ill; that delayed me. Demipho. What caused your illness? The circumstances?
Chremes. Do you ask me? Why, old age itself is an illness. However, I've heard, from the sailor who brought them over, that they got here safely.
Demipho. Have you heard, Chremes, what has happened to my son while I was away?
Chremes. Yes; and his action makes me uncertain what to do; for if I offer my daughter in marriage to an outsider, I'll have to explain in detail how and by whom she is mine. Now I know that I can trust you as myself; whereas, if an outsider wishes to form a connection with me, he'll say nothing so long as we're on good terms, but if we fall out, he'll know more than there's any need of his