Scene IX

Manent Laches and Phidippus.

Phid. How perverse is this! (Angrily.)

Lach. Did not I say he’d take it ill, Phidippus,

And therefore begg’d you to send back your daughter?

Phid. ’Fore Heaven I did not think him such a churl.

What! does he fancy I’ll go cringing to him?

No;—if he’ll take his wife he may:—if not,

Let him refund her portion;—there’s an end!

Lach. See there now! you’re as fractious as himself.

Phid. You’re come back obstinate and proud enough

In conscience, Pamphilus! (Angrily.)

Lach. This anger will subside,

Though he has had some cause to be disturb’d.

Phid. Because you’ve had a little money left you,

Your minds are so exalted!

Lach. What, d’ye quarrel

With me too?

Phid. Let him take to-day to think on’t,

And send me word if he shall have her home

Or not: that if she don’t remain his wife,

She may be given to another.

Exit hastily.