DEM. Not at all. But since reproaches can't undo what's done, Forgive him! he begs pardon; owns his fault; And promises to mend.--What would you more? PHOR. But hold; before she ratifies his pardon, I must secure myself and Phaedria. (_Aside._) --Nausistrata, a word!--Before you give Your answer rashly, hear me! NAUS. What's your pleasure? PHOR. I trick'd your husband there of thirty minae, Which I have giv'n your son; and he has paid them To a procurer for a mistress. CHREM. How! What say you? NAUS. Is it such a heinous crime For your young son, d'ye think, to have _one_ mistress, While _you_ have _two_ wives?--Are you not asham'd? Have you the face to chide him? answer me! DEM. He shall do ev'ry thing you please. NAUS. Nay, nay, To tell you plainly my whole mind at once, I'll not forgive, nor promise any thing, Nor give an answer, till I see my son. PHOR. Wisely resolv'd, Nausistrata. NAUS. Is that Sufficient satisfaction for you? PHOR. Quite. I rest contented, well pleas'd, past my hopes. NAUS. What is your name, pray? PHOR. My name? Phormio: A faithful friend to all your family, Especially to Phaedria. NAUS. Trust me, Phormio, I'll do you all the service in my power. PHOR. I'm much oblig'd to you. NAUS. You're worthy on't. PHOR. Will you then even now, Nausistrata, Grant me one favor that will pleasure me, And grieve your husband's sight? NAUS. With all my soul. PHOR. Ask me to supper! NAUS. I invite you. DEM. In then! NAUS. We will. But where is Phaedria, our judge? PHOR. He shall be with you.-- (_To the AUDIENCE._) Farewell; Clap your hands! THE END. End of Project Gutenberg's The Comedies of Terence, by Publius Terentius Afer