Chremes. Then what about the other who was said to be his kinswoman?
Sophrona. Why, this is she, of course.
Chremes. What's that?
Sophrona. We made up that story, so that her lover might get her without a dowry.
Chremes. Gracious Heavens! How often things one dares not hope for are brought about by mere chance! On my return home I've found my daughter married to the man I wanted and in the way I wanted. With great trouble to himself, but without troubling us in the least, he, all alone, has done what my brother and I were trying so hard to do.
Sophrona. Now see what's to be done. The young man's father has come home, and they say that he's very angry.
Chremes. Never fear; but in the name of gods and men don't let anybody know that she's my daughter.
Sophrona. Nobody shall know through me.
Chremes. Come with me; I'll tell you the rest inside. [Exeunt CHREMESand SOPHRONAinto DEMIPHO'S house.
Enter DEMIPHOand GETA, R.
Demipho. It's our own fault that we make it men's interest to be rogues. We're too eager to be called good and kind. "Run, but not past your own house," as the saying is.1 Wasn't it enough for me to have been____________________