Clit. I’m all obedience, father!
Sostra. Oh my son,
I’ll give you a sweet wife, that you’ll adore,
Phanocrata’s, our neighbor’s daughter.
Clit. Her!
That red-hair’d, blear-eyed, wide-mouth’d, hook-nos’d wench?
I can not, father.
Chrem. Oh, how nice he is!
Would any one imagine it?
Sostra. I’ll get you