If I don't prove the destruction of that fellow—

I'm undone.

And most luckily there he is, himself, before the door.

running towards him. Most welcome, my dear father. She embraces him.

Welcome, my child.

aside. That Persian has utterly ruined me!

to DORDALUS. This is my father.

Ha!—what?—father? I'm utterly undone! Why then, in my misery, do I delay to bewail my sixty minæ?

By my faith, you scoundrel, I'll give you cause to bewail your own self as well.

I'm undone!

Come, walk before a magistrate, Procurer.

Why do you summon me before a magistrate?

I'll tell you there, before the Prætor. But before the magistrate I summon you.

Don't you summon Don't you summon: See the Notes to the Curculio, l. 621. A slave, or a person of infamous character, might be dragged by force, when summoned to appear before the Prætor. a witness?

What, for your sake, hangdog, am I to be touching the ear of any being that's free—you, who are here trading in persons, free citizens?

Let me but speak—

I won't.

Hear me.

I'm deaf. Walk on—follow me this way dragging him, you villanous mouser after maidens! Follow after me this way, my daughter, to the Prætor.

I'll follow. Exit SATURIO, dragging DORDALUS, his DAUGHTER following.