Chrem. Bacchis is my son’s mistress, Menedemus—I’m undone.
Men. Why so?
Chrem. I have hardly substance to suffice for ten days.[94]
Men. What! are you alarmed at it, because he is paying attention to his friend?
Chrem. His “she-friend” rather.[95]
Men. If he really is paying it.
Chrem. Is it a matter of doubt to you? Do you suppose that there is any person of so accommodating and tame a spirit as to suffer his own mistress, himself looking on, to—
Men. (chuckling and speaking ironically.) Why not? That I may be imposed upon the more easily.
Chrem. Do you laugh at me? You have good reason. How angry I now am with myself! How many things gave proof, whereby, had I not been a stone, I might have been fully sensible of this? What was it I saw? Alas! wretch that I am! But assuredly they shall not escape my vengeance if I live; for this instant—
Men. Can you not contain yourself? Have you no respect for yourself? Am I not a sufficient example to you?