The Comedies of Terence

by Terence

Demea. Is’t thus you treat me?

Micio. Must I be plagued with the same thing so often?

Micio. Must I still hear the same thing o’er and o’er?

Demea. It touches me.

Micio. And me it touches too.

But, Demea, let us each look to our own;

Let me take care of one, and mind you t’other.

For to concern yourself with both, appears

As if you’d redemand the boy you gave.

Demea. Ah, Micio!