Men. (to himself.) Why really, Chremes is treating his son too harshly and too unkindly. I’m come out, therefore, to make peace between them. Most opportunely I see them both.
Chrem. Well, Menedemus, why don’t you order my daughter to be sent for, and close with the offer[105] of the portion that I mentioned?
Sos. My husband, I entreat you not to do it.
Clit. Father, I entreat you to forgive me.
Men. Forgive him, Chremes; do let them prevail upon you.
Chrem. Am I knowingly to make my property a present to Bacchis? I’ll not do it.
Men. Why, we would not suffer it.
Clit. If you desire me to live, father, do forgive me.
Sos. Do, my dear Chremes.
Men. Come, Chremes, pray, don’t be so obdurate.