Æsch. My father!
Dem. Now, Micio, you are indeed my brother, both in spirit and in body.
Mic. I am glad of it.
Dem. (aside.) I foil him at his own weapon.[98]
[ Scene IX.]
Enter Syrus, from the house.
Syr. It has been done as you ordered, Demea.
Dem. You are a worthy fellow. Upon my faith,—in my opinion, at least,—I think Syrus ought at once to be made free.
Mic. He free! For what reason?
Dem. For many.