Dem. And you
Dance hand in hand with them?
Micio. Aye.
Dem. Aye?
Micio. And you
Make one among us too upon occasion.
Dem. Ah! are you not asham’d on’t?
Micio. Patience, Demea!
Lay by your wrath, and seem, as it becomes you,
Cheerful and free of heart at your son’s wedding.