SCENE IV.
George Colman translation
Manent Simo, Chremes.
—By Heav’n,
As I do live, I’ll make you know this day
What peril lies in trifling with a master,
And make him know what ’tis to plague a father.
Chremes. Ah, be not in such rage.
Simo. Oh Chremes, Chremes,
Filial unkindness!—Don’t you pity me!
To feel all this for such a thankless son!——
Here, Pamphilus, come forth! ho, Pamphilus!
Have you no shame? (Calling at Glycerium’s door.)