Scene VII.

Manent Phidippus, Laches .

Lach. Going? how's that? and give me no plain answer! - D'ye think he's in his senses? - Well - send home The child to me, Phidippus. I'll take care on't.

Phid. I will. - I can not wonder that my wife Took this so ill. Women are passionate, And can't away with such affronts as these. This was their quarrel: nay she told me so, Though before him I did not care to speak on't: Nor did I credit it at first; but now 'Tis evident, and I can plainly see He has no stomach to a wife.

Lach. Phidippus, How shall I act? What's your advice?

Phid. How act? I think 'twere best to seek this wench, his mistress. Let us expostulate the matter with her, Speak to her roundly, nay, e'en threaten her, If she has aught to do with him hereafter.

Lach. I'll follow your advice. - Ho, boy! (Enter a boy) run over To Bacchis. Tell her to come forth to me.

Exit boy. - I must beseech you also to continue Your kind assistance to me in this business.

Phid. Ah, Laches! I have told you all along. And I repeat it now, that 'tis my wish To render our alliance firm and lasting, If possible, as I have hopes it will be. - But would you have me present at your conference With Bacchis?

Lach. No; go, seek the child a nurse.

Exit Phidippus .