Mene. What portion shall I tell my son you’ve settled!
Why are you silent?
Chrem. Portion!
Mene. Aye, what portion?
Chrem. Ah!
Mene. Fear not, Chremes, though it be but small:
The portion nothing moves us.
Chrem. I propos’d,
According to my fortune, that two talents
Were full sufficient: But you now must say,