Goes into Sostrata’s house.
[ Scene X.]
Demea alone.
Dem. O Jupiter! here’s a life! here are manners! here’s madness! A wife to be coming without a fortune! A music-wench in the house! A house full of wastefulness! A young man ruined by extravagance! An old man in his dotage!—Should Salvation herself[82] desire it, she certainly could not save this family.
Exit.
[ ACT THE FIFTH.]
[ Scene I.]
Enter Syrus, drunk, and Demea, on the opposite side of the stage.
Syr. Upon my faith, my dear little Syrus, you have taken delicate care of yourself, and have done your duty[83] with exquisite taste; be off with you. But since I’ve had my fill of every thing in-doors, I have felt disposed to take a walk.
Dem. (apart.) Just look at that—there’s an instance of their good training!