Mene. What are you at?
Chrem. Allow me! let me have
My own way in this business.
Mene. I allow you.
Is it your pleasure?
Chrem. It is.
Mene. Be it so.
Chrem. Come then, let Clinia haste to call the bride.
And for this son of mine, he shall be school’d,
As children ought.—But Syrus!