Scene IV

Enter Dromo.

Dromo. Who calls?

Syrus. Syrus.

Dromo. Your pleasure! What’s the matter now?

Syrus. Conduct

All Bacchis’ maids to your house instantly.

Dromo. Why so?

Syrus. No questions: let them carry over

All they brought hither. Our old gentleman

Will think himself reliev’d from much expense

By their departure. Troth, he little knows

With how much loss this small gain threatens him.

If you’re wise, Dromo, know not what you know.

Dromo. I’m dumb.

Exit Dromo, with Bacchis’ servants and baggage, into the house of Menedemus.