Mene. Chremes! I wish’d for you.—’Tis in your power,
And I beseech you do it, to preserve
My son, myself, and family.
Chrem. I’ll do’t.
Wherein can I oblige you?
Mene. You to-day
Have found a daughter.
Chrem. True. What then?
Mene. My Clinia
Begs your consent to marry her.