That there’s no other way to make them friends,
But that I should not take her home again.
Lach. You don’t know that: but ’tis of no importance
Whether they’re friends or not, when Sostrata
Is gone into the country. We old folks
Are odious to the young. We’d best retire.
In short, we’re grown a by-word, Pamphilus,
“The old man and old woman.”—But I see
Phidippus coming in good time. Let’s meet him!