Sos. Do you hesitate, Clitipho?
Chrem. Nay, just as he likes.
Men. He’ll do it all.
Sos. This course, while you are making a beginning, is disagreeable, and while you are unacquainted with it. When you have become acquainted with it, it will become easy.
Clit. I’ll do it, father.
Sos. My son, upon my honor I’ll give you that charming girl, whom you may soon become attached to, the daughter of our neighbor Phanocrata.
Clit. What! that red-haired girl, with cat’s eyes, freckled face,[106] and hooked nose? I can not, father.
Chrem. Heyday! how nice he is! You would fancy he had set his mind upon it.
Sos. I’ll name another.
Clit. Why no—since I must marry, I myself have one that I should pretty nearly make choice of.