Andria; or, The Fair Andrian (906-928b)

Do I see Crito of Andros? Surely it is he.

Greetings to you, Chremes.

How is it that, so contrary to your usage, you are at Athens?

So it has happened. But is this Simo?

It is he.

Simo, were you asking for me?[*]

How now, do you say that Glycerium is a citizen of this place?

Do you deny it?

Have you come here so well prepared?

For what purpose?

Do you ask? Are you to be acting this way with impunity? Are you to be luring young men into snares here, inexperienced in affairs, and liberally brought up, by tempting them, and to be playing upon their fancies by making promises?

Are you in your senses?

And are you to be patching up amours with Courtesans by marriage?

I’m undone! I fear that the stranger will not put up with this.

If, Simo, you knew this person well,

you would not think thus; he is a worthy man.

He, a worthy man! To come so opportunely to-day just at the very nuptials, and yet never to have come before? (Ironically.) Of course, we must believe him, Chremes.

If I didn’t dread my father, I have something, which, in this conjuncture, I could opportunely suggest to him [*]

A sharper! [*]

Hah!

It is his way, Crito; do excuse it.

Let him take heed how he behaves.

If he persists in saying to me what he likes, he’ll be hearing things that he don’t like. Am I meddling with these matters or interesting myself? Can you not endure your troubles with a patient mind? For as to what I say, whether it is true or false what I have heard, can soon be known. A certain man of Attica, a long time ago, [*] his ship being wrecked, was cast ashore at Andros, and this woman together with him, who was then a little girl; he, in his destitution, by chance first made application

to the father of Chrysis—

He’s beginning his tale.

Let him alone.

Really, is he to be interrupting me in this way?

Do you proceed.

He who received him was a relation of mine. There I heard from him that he was a native of Attica. He died there.

His name?