Clit. Did not you say
My father waited here?
Mene. Aye; there he is.
Exit Menedemus.
Chrem. Why d’ye accuse your father, Clitipho?
Whate’er I’ve done, was providently done
Tow’rd you and your imprudence. When I saw
Your negligence of soul, and that you held
The pleasures of to-day your only care,
Regardless of the morrow; I found means