Syr. I believe you. I wish that this joy were made complete—that I could see my wife, Phrygia,[101] free as well.
Dem. Really, a most excellent woman.
Syr. And the first to suckle your grandchild, his son, today (pointing to Æschinus).
Dem. Why really, in seriousness, if she was the first to do so, there is no doubt she ought to be made free.
Mic. What, for doing that?
Dem. For doing that; in fine, receive the amount from me[102] at which she is valued.
Syr. May all the Gods always grant you, Demea, all you desire.
Mic. Syrus, you have thrived pretty well to-day.
Dem. If, in addition, Micio, you will do your duty, and lend him a little ready money in hand for present use, he will soon repay you.
Mic. Less than this (snapping his fingers).