Mic. You will gain your point; by that means you will keep your son fast there; only take care to secure her.
Dem. I’ll see to that; and what with cooking and grinding, I’ll take care she shall be well covered with ashes, smoke, and meal; besides all this, at the very mid-day[86] I’ll set her gathering stubble; I’ll make her as burned and as black as a coal.
Mic. You quite delight me; now you seem to me to be wise; and for my part I would then compel my son to go to bed with her, even though he should be unwilling.
Dem. Do you banter me? Happy man, to have such a temper! I feel—
Mic. Ah! at it again!
Dem. I’ll have done then at once.
Mic. Go in-doors then, and let’s devote this day to the object[87] to which it belongs.
Goes into the house.
[ Scene IV.]
Demea alone.