_Sost._ How cruel you are! Do you wish to kill your son? You’ll certainly be his death, 1289 Unless you mind. I wonder how anything so wicked Could have come into your head. _Chr._ Oh, will you never learn To keep your place, woman? Was there ever a thing Which I ever proposed or did in my whole life, in which You did not go against me? But sh^d I ask you now What wrong I am doing, or why I do the thing I do, You would not know: you could not tell me anything Of the matter in which so confidently you oppose me. Fool! _Sost._ I do not know? _Chr._ Well, well, you do know. Anything Rather than have it all over again. _Sost._ How iniquitous of you, To prevent my speaking in such a matter! _Chr._ I don’t prevent you. 1300 Go on! Talk yourself hoarse. [_Exit._ _Pam._ Mother, what shall I do? _Sost._ What did he say? _Pam._ He says he disowns me. _Sost._ Don’t give way. He is angry now: I know he’ll soon be kind again. _Ph._ Quite so, madam; a father’s threats are nothing to fear. _Pam._ I am glad you think so. _Ph._ Don’t be angry with me, Pam! I’ve got you into a mess, but if you’ll trust to me, I’ll get you out. _Sost._ How kind of you, Mr. Philogelos! _Ph_. Take my advice and hide. Pretend you have run away. I’ll say you’ve sailed to the Persian wars in Clinia’s ship. And when your father finds that Clinia is safe, and he Demands Antiphila’s hand, the rest will be all forgotten. 1311 _Sost._ Is Antiphila to marry Clinia? _Ph._ Yes, ma’am. _Sost._ Menedemus’ son, That ran away? _Ph._ Yes, ma’am. _Sost._ Why, Chremes said he was killed. _Ph._ It’s all a mistake; you’ve spoken to him to-day yourself: He is Clitipho. _Sost._ O dear! I must tell Chremes this. How glad I am! _Ph._ Stay, madam, stay; I pray you won’t. Your husband will find that out quite soon enough for us. Far better see Menedemus, if he will help us out. _Sost._ What could he do? _Ph._ He’ll stand our friend. How could he wish To see Antiphila’s brother driven disgraced from home? 1320 _Sost._ Go, Pamphilus, go at once! _Pam._ Clinia is there; I will. _Sost._ And can I then tell Chremes? _Ph._ Madam, consider this: He won’t believe you, and after will only be angry with you For knowing it first, and being in the right when he was wrong.