Dem. Do you imagine you are in your senses?
Mic. Really I do think so.
Dem. So may the Gods prosper me, I now see your folly; I believe you are going to do so that you may have somebody to practice music with.
Mic. Why not?
Dem. And the new-made bride to be learning too?
Mic. Of course.
Dem. Having hold of the rope,[81] you will be dancing with them.
Mic. Like enough; and you too along with us, if there’s need.
Dem. Ah me! are you not ashamed of this?
Mic. Demea, do, for once, lay aside this anger of yours, and show yourself as you ought at your son’s wedding, cheerful and good-humored. I’ll just step over to them, and return immediately.