He seems uneasy too, I know not why,
And I suppose, as usual, comes to wrangle.
[ SCENE II.]
Enter Demea.
Micio. Demea, I’m glad to see you well.
Demea. Oho!
Well met: the very man I came to seek.
Micio. But you appear uneasy: What’s the matter?
Demea. Uneasy? well I may.—The matter, say you?
What can the matter be but Æschinus?