Syr. I’ve told him pretty well every thing.
Chrem. Take this money, and carry it. (Holding out the bag.)
Syr. (aside to Clitipho.) Go—why do you stand still, you stone; why don’t you take it?
Clit. Very well, give it me. (Receives the bag.)
Syr. (to Clitipho.) Follow me this way directly. (To Chremes.) You in the mean while will wait here for us till we return; for there’s no occasion for us to stay there long.
Clitipho and Syrus go into the house of Menedemus.
Chrem. (to himself.) My daughter, in fact, has now had ten minæ from me, which I consider as paid for her board; another ten will follow these for clothes; and then she will require two talents for her portion. How many things, both just and unjust, are sanctioned by custom![89] Now I’m obliged, neglecting my business, to look out for some one on whom to bestow my property, that has been acquired by my labor.
[ Scene VIII.]
Enter Menedemus from his house.
Men. (to Clinia within.) My son, I now think myself the happiest of all men, since I find that you have returned to a rational mode of life.