Syr. (to himself.) But see, here comes our old man. (Addressing him.) What’s the matter? Why out of spirits?
Dem. Oh you rascal!
Syr. Hold now; are you spouting your sage maxims here?
Dem. If you were my servant——
Syr. Why, you would be a rich man, Demea, and improve your estate.
Dem. I would take care that you should be an example to all the rest.
Syr. For what reason? What have I done?
Dem. Do you ask me? in the midst of this confusion, and during the greatest mischief, which is hardly yet set right, you have been getting drunk, you villain, as though things had been going on well.
Syr. (aside.) Really, I wish I hadn’t come out.