Mic. (speaking to Geta, within.) Does my brother order it? Where is he? (To Demea.) Is this your order, Demea?
Dem. Certainly, I do order it, and in this matter, and in every thing else, wish especially to make this family one with ourselves, to oblige, serve, and unite them.
Æsch. Father, pray let it be so.
Mic. I do not oppose it.
Dem. On the contrary, i’ faith, it is what we ought to do: in the first place, she is the mother of his wife (pointing to Æschinus).
Mic. She is. What then?
Dem. An honest and respectable woman.
Mic. So they say.
Dem. Advanced in years.
Mic. I am aware of it.