Chrem. Nay, Sir, no denial!
Mene. I take that charge upon me. He shall do’t.
Chrem. But I don’t hear a word of it from him.
Clit. Confusion!
Sostra. Do you doubt then, Clitipho?
Chrem. Nay, which he pleases.
Mene. He’ll obey in all;
Whate’er you’d have him.
Sostra. This at first is grievous,
While you don’t know it; when you know it, easy.