D’ye mind?
What think you, Chremes, will become of him,
Unless you do your utmost to preserve,
Correct, and counsel him?
Chrem. I’ll take due care.
Syrus. But now’s your time, Sir, to look after him.
Chrem. It shall be done.
Syrus. It must be, if you’re wise:
For ev’ry day he minds me less and less.
Chrem. But, Syrus, say, what progress have you made