Chrem. Let me alone, and give me leave to have my own way in this matter.
Men. I do give you leave: is this your desire?
Chrem. It is so.
Men. Then be it so.
Chrem. And now let your son prepare to fetch the bride. The other one shall be schooled in such language as befits children. But Syrus——
Men. What of him?
Chrem. What? If I live, I will have him so handsomely dressed, so well combed out, that he shall always remember me as long as he lives; to imagine that I’m to be a laughing-stock and a plaything for him! So may the Gods bless me! he would not have dared to do to a widow-woman the things which he has done to me.[97]
They go into their respective houses.
[ Scene II.]
Enter Menedemus, with Clitipho and Syrus.