Unkindly, and not in the way to deal with a love-sick lad;
But after the usual dictatorial manner of fathers.
I never left him in peace. Don’t think, my fine fellow,
I’d say, that you’ll be allowed to continue behaving thus,
While I am alive to prevent it; running after a girl
And talking of marrying too: you are very much mistaken,
Clinia, if you think that. You don’t know me. I am glad
To have you called my son, while you respect your honour;
But if you once forget it, I shall find a means,
And one you will not like, of asserting my own. All this