Syr. What, your son? (Aside.) I’ll pack him off into the country. (To Demea.) I fancy he’s busy at the farm long before this.
Dem. Are you quite sure he is there?
Syr. What!—when I saw him part of the way myself——
Dem. Very good. I was afraid he might be loitering here.
Syr. And extremely angry too.
Dem. Why so?
Syr. He attacked his brother in the Forum with strong language about this Music-girl.
Dem. Do you really say so?
Syr. Oh dear, he didn’t at all mince the matter; for just as the money was being counted out, the gentleman came upon us by chance, and began exclaiming, “Oh Æschinus, that you should perpetrate these enormities! that you should be guilty of actions so disgraceful to our family!”
Dem. Oh, I shall weep for joy.