Phid. (speaking with anger.) You have returned to us in a very ungovernable mood, Pamphilus.
Lach. This anger will depart; although he has some reason for being vexed.
Phid. Because you have had a windfall, a little money, your minds are elevated.
Lach. Are you going to fall out with me, too?
Phid. Let him consider, and bring me word to-day, whether he will or will not, that she may belong to another if she does not to him.
Goes hastily into his own house.
Lach. Phidippus, stay; listen to a few words—
[ Scene X.]
Laches, alone.
Lach. He’s off; what matters it to me? In fine, let them manage it between themselves, just as they please; since neither my son nor he pay any regard to me; they care but little for what I say. I’ll carry the quarrel to my wife, by whose planning all these things have been brought about, and against her I will vent all the vexation that I feel.