Chrem. For very anger, Menedemus, I am not myself.
Men. For you to talk in that manner! Is it not a shame for you to be giving advice to others, to show wisdom abroad and yet be able to do nothing for yourself?
Chrem. What shall I do?
Men. That which you said I failed to do: make him sensible that you are his father; make him venture to intrust every thing to you, to seek and to ask of you; so that he may look for no other resources and forsake you.[96]
Chrem. Nay, I had much rather he would go any where in the world, than by his debaucheries here reduce his father to beggary! For if I go on supplying his extravagance, Menedemus, in that case my circumstances will undoubtedly be soon reduced to the level of your rake.
Men. What evils you will bring upon yourself in this affair, if you don’t act with caution! You’ll show yourself severe, and still pardon him at last; that too with an ill grace.
Chrem. Ah! you don’t know how vexed I am.
Men. Just as you please. What about that which I desire—that she may be married to my son? Unless there is any other step that you would prefer.
Chrem. On the contrary, both the son-in-law and the connection are to my taste.
Men. What portion shall I say that you have named for your daughter? Why are you silent?