Laches alone.
Stay! Hear me! one word, Phidippus! Stay! - He's gone. - What is't to me? (Angrily.) E'en let them settle it Among themselves; since nor my son, nor he Take my advice, nor mind one word I say. - This quarrel shall go round, I promise them: I'll to my wife, the author of this mischief, And vent my spleen and anger upon her.
Exit.