DEM. Permit him? I? Or should I not much rather smell him out Six months before he did but dream of it? SYRUS. Pshaw! do you boast your vigilance to me? DEM. Heav'n keep him ever as he is at present! SYRUS. As fathers form their children, so they prove. DEM. But now we're speaking of him, have you seen The lad to-day? (_With an affected carelessness._) SYRUS. Your son d'ye mean?--I'll drive him Into the country. (_Aside._)--He is hard at work Upon your grounds by this time. (_To DEMEA._) DEM. Are you sure on't? SYRUS. Sure? I set out with him myself. DEM. Good! good! I was afraid he loiter'd here. (_Aside._) SYRUS. And much Enrag'd, I promise you. DEM. On what account? SYRUS. A quarrel with his brother at the Forum, About the Music-Girl. DEM. Indeed? SYRUS. Aye, faith: He did not mince the matter: he spoke out; For as the cash was telling down, in pops, All unexpected, Master Ctesipho: Cries out--"Oh AEschinus, are these your courses? Do you commit these crimes? and do you bring Such a disgrace upon our family?" DEM. Oh, oh, I weep for joy. SYRUS. ----"You squander not The money only, but your life, your honor." DEM. Heav'n bless him; he is like his ancestors. (_Weeping._) SYRUS. Father's own son, I warrant him. DEM. Oh, Syrus! He's full of all those precepts, he! SYRUS. No doubt on't: He need not go from home for good instruction. DEM. I spare no pains; neglect no means; I train him. --In short, I bid him look into the lives Of all, as in a mirror, and thence draw From others an example for himself. --"Do this."---- SYRUS. Good! DEM. "Fly that." SYRUS. Very good! DEM. "This deed Is commendable." SYRUS. That's the thing! DEM. "That's reprehensible." SYRUS. Most excellent! DEM. "And then moreover----" SYRUS. Faith, I have not time To give you further audience just at present, I've got an admirable dish of fish; And I must take good care they are not spoil'd. For that were an offense as grievous, Demea, In us, as 'twere in you to leave undone The things you just now mentioned: and I try, According to my weak abilities, To teach my fellow-slaves the self-same way. --"This is too salt.--This is burnt up too much. That is not nice and cleanly.--That's well done. Mind, and do so again."--I spare no pains, And give them the best precepts that I can. In short, I bid them look into the dishes, As in a mirror, Demea, and thence learn The duty of a cook.--This school of ours, I own, is idle: but what can you do? According to the man must be the lesson. --Would you aught else with us? DEM. Your reformation. SYRUS. Do you go hence into the country? DEM. Straight. SYRUS. For what should you do here, where nobody, However good your precepts, cares to mind them? (_Exit._ [Changes: _Harper_ SYRUS. We've just Disclos'd the whole of this affair to Micio, _Colman 1768_ SYRUS. We've just disclos'd The whole of this affair to Micio,