Sostra. ’Twas not my doing, nor my fault indeed.
Lach. ’Twas your fault, Sostrata; your fault alone.
You were sole mistress here; and in your care
You was sole mistress here; and in your care
The house, though I had freed you of all other cares.
A woman, an old woman too, and quarrel
With a green girl! oh shame upon’t!—You’ll say
That ’twas her fault.
Sostra. Not I indeed, my Laches.
Lach. ’Fore Heav’n, I’m glad on’t! on my son’s account.