Does not he see his brother thrifty, sober,
Attentive to his business in the country?
Not given to these practices; and when
I say all this to him, to you I say it.
You are his ruin, Micio.
Micio. How unjust
Is he who wants experience! who believes
Nothing is right but what he does himself!
Demea. Why d’ye say that?
Micio. Because you, Demea,