Can it be wrong for me too, in my turn,
To deceive them, by whom we’re all deceiv’d?
No, rather let it be! ’tis just to play
This trick upon them: which, if gray-beards know,
They’ll blame indeed, but all will think well done.
Par. Well, if you must, you must; but do not then,
After all’s over, throw the blame on me.
Chær. No, no!
Par. But do you order me?
Chær. I do: