Scene VIII.
Henry T. (Henry Thomas) Riley translation
Davus and Mysis.
Mys. (Davus attempting to caress her.) Don’t touch me, villain. (Moving away.) On my word, if I don’t tell Glycerium all this....
Dav. How now, simpleton, don’t you know what has been done?
Mys. How should I know?
Dav. This is the bride’s father. It couldn’t any other way have been managed that he should know the things that we wanted him to know.
Mys. You should have told me that before.
Dav. Do you suppose that it makes little difference whether you do things according to impulse, as nature prompts, or from premeditation?