This business in your sleep; and that your wife,
Without your stir, would be convey’d to you
Into your bed-chamber?—I would not have you
Thus negligent in other matters.—Come,
Cheer up, son! you shall wed her.
Æsch. How!
Micio. Cheer up,
I say!
Æsch. Nay, prithee, do not mock me, father!
Micio. Mock you? I? wherefore?