Mene. What of him?
Chrem. What! I’ll so handle him, so curry him,
That while he lives he shall remember me.
Exit Menedemus.
What, make a jest of me? a laughing-stock?
Now, afore Heav’n, he would not dare to treat
A poor lone widow as he treated me.
[ SCENE III.]
Re-enter Menedemus, with Clitipho and Syrus.
Clit. And can it, Menedemus, can it be,