Clin.He is.
Men. Let him be ready.
Enter Sostrata and Antiphila.
Chr.See here, Menedemus, my daughter.
Men.And mine.
My dear Antiphila, I fear you have heard hard tales of me:
I have therefore the greater pleasure in bringing you, now we meet,
The joy I have stood in the way of. I have asked your good father
To grant your hand to my son in marriage: he has consented.
See, here is Clinia. Let me join your hands—for ever.