Dem. With reason I love you; but——
Mic. What?
Dem. I will tell you, when my wish has been complied with.
Mic. What now? What remains to be done?
Dem. Hegio here is their nearest relation; he is a connection of ours and poor; we ought to do some good for him.
Mic. Do what?
Dem. There is a little farm here in the suburbs, which you let out; let us give it him to live upon.
Mic. But is it a little one?
Dem. If it were a large one, still it ought to be done; he has been as it were a father to her; he is a worthy man, and connected with us; it would be properly bestowed. In fine, I now adopt that proverb which you, Micio, a short time ago repeated with sense and wisdom—it is the common vice of all, in old age, to be too intent upon our own interests. This stain we ought to avoid: it is a true maxim, and ought to be observed in deed.
Mic. What am I to say to this? Well then, as he desires it (pointing to Æschinus), it shall be given him.