SIMYLUS And who was the heir under your final will? One of your family, no doubt? POLYSTRATUS Good heavens no; it was a pretty boy from Phrygia I’d just bought. SIMYLUS What sort of age was he? POLYSTRATUS Roughly about twenty. SIMYLUS Now I understand how he won your favour. POLYSTRATUS Oh well, he deserved to be my heir much more than they did, even if he was a barbarian and a pest. He’s already being courted by the noblest of them all. So he became my heir, and is now numbered among the aristocrats, and, despite his smooth chin and foreign accent, is credited with bluer blood than Codrus, greater beauty than NIreus, and more intelligence than Odysseus. SIMYLUS That doesn’t worry me. Let him even be Generalissimo of Greece, if he wishes to, so long as those fellows don’t inherit.