Your son is cast, not you: for at your age
The coupling-time is over.
Dem. Be assur’d
That all I’ve said he says: or I’ll forbid
Him and this wife of his my house.
Geta. He’s angry. (Apart.)
Phor. No; you’ll think better on’t.
Dem. Are you resolv’d,
Wretch that you are, to thwart me ev’ry way?
| Phor. He fears, though he dissembles. Geta. Well begun! | (Apart.) |