With so much violence?
Enter Demea on t’other side.
Dem. Confusion! death!
What shall I do? or how resolve? where vent
My cries and exclamations? Heav’n! Earth! Sea!
Micio (behind.) So! all’s discover’d: that’s the thing he raves at.
—Now for a quarrel!—I must help the boy.
Dem. (seeing him.) Oh, there’s the grand corrupter of our children!
Micio. Appease your wrath, and be yourself again!
Dem. Well, I’ve appeas’d it; I’m myself again;