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Manent Davus, Mysis. Davus runs up to her.

Mysis. Don’t offer to touch me, you villain!

If I don’t tell my mistress every word——

Davus. Why you don’t know, you fool, what good we’ve done.

Mysis. How should I?

Davus. This is father to the bride:

Nor could it otherwise have been contriv’d

That he should know what we would have him.

Mysis. Well,

You should have given me notice.

Davus. Is there then

No diff’rence, think you, whether all you say

Falls natural from the heart, or comes

From dull premeditation?