Dem. He shall do as you wish.
Naus. Nay, that you may now know my determination. I neither forgive nor promise any thing, nor give any answer, before I see my son: to his decision I leave every thing. What he bids me, I shall do.
Dem. You are a wise woman, Nausistrata.
Naus. Does that satisfy you, Chremes?
Chrem. Yes, indeed, I come off well, and fully to my satisfaction; indeed, beyond my expectation.
Naus. (to Phormio.) Do you tell me, what is your name?
Phor. What, mine? Phormio; a well-wisher to your family, upon my honor, and to your son Phaedria in particular.
Naus. Then, Phormio, on my word, henceforward I’ll both do and say for you all I can, and whatever you may desire.
Phor. You speak obligingly.
Naus. I’ faith, it is as you deserve.