Is not my daughter summon’d? and the portion,
I settled on her; ratified by you?
Sostra. Dear husband, I beseech you not to do it!
Clit. My father, I entreat you pardon me!
Mene. Forgive him, Chremes! let his pray’rs prevail!
Chrem. What! shall I then with open eyes bestow
My whole estate on Bacchis? I’ll not do’t.
Mene. We will prevent that. It shall not be so.
Clit. If you regard my life, forgive me, father!
Sostra. Do, my dear Chremes!