Dem. Come, come, promise him.
Micio. Won’t you desist?
Æsch. No, not till I prevail.
Micio. This is mere force.
Dem. Nay, nay, comply, good Micio!
Micio. Though this appears to me absurd, wrong, foolish,
And quite repugnant to my scheme of life,
Yet, if you’re so much bent on’t, let it be!
Æsch. Obliging father, worthy my best love!
Dem. (aside). What now?—This answers to my wish.—What more?