’Tis as you say. From what a pleasing hope
Have I then fall’n!
Chrem. And she, I warrant you,
Now at your house, is my son’s mistress? Eh!
Mene. So they say.
Chrem. What! and you believ’d it?
Mene. All.
Chrem. —And they say too he wants to marry her;
That soon as I’ve consented, you may give him
Money to furnish her with jewels, clothes,