_Men._ And mine. My dear Antiphila, I fear you have heard hard tales of me: I have therefore the greater pleasure in bringing you, now we meet, The joy I have stood in the way of. I have asked your good father 1470 To grant your hand to my son in marriage: he has consented. See, here is Clinia. Let me join your hands—for ever. Be happy. _SOSTRATA._ (_Aside._) The dear old man; see how he weeps for joy. _Chr._ You will not deny me now, Menedemus, I’m sure: you’ll come And spend what is left of the day at my house. You will dine with us? _Men._ With all my heart. You have not presented me to your wife. I beg.... _Chr._ Come, Sostrata, come & make your compliments To our new relation. _Men._ Your servant, madam. _Sost._ O sir, I am glad My Antiphila will have your son for a husband. _Men._ I am very proud Of such a daughter-in-law. But now, if I may ask, Where is your son Pamphilus? He should not be absent now. 1481 _Chr._ Don’t ask for him. _Sost._ I beseech you speak with my husband, sir. _Chr._ I beg, Menedemus, you’ll say no more. I have cast him off. _Men._ I still shall venture to plead his forgiveness. _Chr._ ’Tis too late. I have sent him off already: he is gone. _Men._ Not so: he is here. (_Calls_) Pamphilus! (_To Chremes_) Do not blame me; I promised to plead for him. _Enter Pamphilus._ _Chr._ How dare you again appear in my presence, wretch? Be off! I tell you that I disown you. Yes, Menedemus, & you Will not attempt, I beg, to avert the punishment He more than deserves. I have cast him away and cut him off. 1490 My whole fortune I leave to Antiphila—that is the thing I said I sh^d ask—you promised not to oppose me: now I beg you will not. _Men._ Consider if you are wise. _Chr._ Not wise? _Sost._ O you are very unwise! _Chr._ Wife! _Sost._ Why, he is your son! _Chr._ Extremely kind of you to say so! there’s not a doubt in the world He is yours: but were I you, I sh^d not be very vain, Being mirrored in such a cub. _Sost._ O Chremes, your own son! _Chr._ Not were he twice my son, and sprung from my head, as they say Minerva was from Jove’s, would I own him. _PAMPHILUS._ Consider, sir, My mother’s feelings, although you do not consider me. 1500