That you’re an alien to our blood.
Clit. I am.
Sostra. Ah me! and can you then demand me that?
So may you prosper after both, as you’re
Of both the child! and if you love your mother,
Take heed henceforward that I never hear
Such words from you.
Chrem. And if you fear your father,
See that I never find such vices in you.
Clit. What vices?