His brother’s is but jest and children’s play
To his mad fury.
Chær. Twice ten thousand curses
Seize the old wretch, who kept me back to-day;
And me for staying! with a fellow too
I did not care a farthing for!—But see!
Yonder stands Parmeno.—Good-day!
Par. How now?
Wherefore so sad? and why this hurry, Chærea?
Whence come you?