Part 67 (1/2)

MENE. Do, I prithee now!

Be not obdurate, Chremes!

CHREM. Why is this?

I see I can't proceed as I've begun.

MENE. 'Tis as it should be now.

CHREM. On this condition, That he agrees to do what I think fit.

c.l.i.t. I will do ev'ry thing. Command me, father!

CHREM. Take a wife.

c.l.i.t. Father!

CHREM. Nay, Sir, no denial!

MENE. I take that charge upon me. He shall do't.

CHREM. But I don't hear a word of it from him.

c.l.i.t. Confusion!

SOSTRA. Do you doubt then, c.l.i.tipho?

CHREM. Nay, which he pleases.

MENE. He'll obey in all; Whate'er you'd have him.

SOSTRA. This at first is grievous, While you don't know it; when you know it, easy.

c.l.i.t. I'm all obedience, father!

SOSTRA. Oh my son, I'll give you a sweet wife, that you'll adore, Phanocrata's, our neighbor's daughter.

c.l.i.t. Her!

That red-hair'd, blear-eyed, wide-mouth'd, hook-nos'd wench?

I can not, father.

CHREM. Oh, how nice he is!

Would any one imagine it?

SOSTRA. I'll get you Another then.

c.l.i.t. Well, well; since I must marry, I know one pretty near my mind.

SOSTRA. Good boy!

c.l.i.t. The daughter of Archonides, our neighbor.

SOSTRA. Well chosen!