Mic. What, ass! do you attend to him?
Dem. ’Tis all in vain; it can not be otherwise.
Mic. You are mad!
Æsch. Do let me prevail on you, my father.
Mic. Are you out of your senses? Take yourself off.[94]
Dem. Come, do oblige your son.
Mic. Are you quite in your right mind? Am I, in my five-and-sixtieth year, to be marrying at last? A decrepit old woman too? Do you advise me to do this?
Æsch. Do; I have promised it.[95]
Mic. Promised, indeed; be generous at your own cost, young man.
Dem. Come, what if he should ask a still greater favor?