PAR. Farewell, Philotis! (_Exeunt severally._ [Changes: _Harper_ PAR. (_to SCRITUS within_). ... D'ye understand my meaning, Scritus? _Colman 1768_ PAR. (_to SCIRTUS within_). ... D'ye understand my meaning, Scirtus? _Harper_ PAR. All these Fair words, Philotis, sha'n't prevail on me _Colman 1768_ PAR. No, no: Fair words, Philotis, sha'n't prevail on me _Harper_ As arrogant: but she, I hope, as soon _Colman 1768_ Is arrogant: but she, I hope, as soon The women seem'd to live on friendly terms: _Harper edition reads "The woman"_ _Harper_ Shunning her company. At length, not able _Colman 1768_ Shunning her company. At length, unable] ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I. _LACHES, SOSTRATA._ LACH. Oh heav'n and earth, what animals are women! What a conspiracy between them all, To do or not do, love or hate alike! Not one but has the sex so strong in her, She differs nothing from the rest. Step-mothers All hate their Step-daughters: and every wife Studies alike to contradict her husband, The same perverseness running through them all. Each seems train'd up in the same school of mischief: And of that school, if any such there be, My wife, I think, is schoolmistress. SOSTRA. Ah me! Who know not why I am accus'd. LACH. Not know? SOSTRA. No, as I hope for mercy! as I hope We may live long together! LACH. Heav'n forbid! SOSTRA. Hereafter, Laches, you'll be sensible How wrongfully you have accus'd me. LACH. I? Accuse you wrongfully?----Is't possible To speak too hardly of your late behavior? Disgracing me, yourself, and family; Laying up sorrow for your absent son; Converting into foes his new-made friends, Who thought him worthy of their child in marriage. You've been our bane, and by your shrewishness Brew'd this disturbance. SOSTRA. I? LACH. You, woman, you! Who take me for a stone, and not a man. Think ye, because I'm mostly in the country, I'm ignorant of your proceedings here? No, no; I know much better what's done here, Than where I'm chiefly resident. Because Upon my family at home depends My character abroad. I knew long since Philumena's disgust to you;----no wonder! Nay, 'twere a wonder, had it not been so. Yet I imagin'd not her hate so strong, 'Twould vent itself upon the family: Which had I dream'd of, she should have remain'd, And you pack'd off.--Consider, Sostrata, How little cause you had to vex me thus. In complaisance to you, and husbanding My fortune, I retir'd into the country: Scraping, and laboring beyond the bounds Of reason, or my age, that my estate Might furnish means for your expense and pleasure. --Was it not then your duty, in return, To see that nothing happen'd here to vex me? SOSTRA. 'Twas not my doing, nor my fault indeed.