ACT V.
Scene 1.—Chremes—Simo.
Chr. Enough—enough now, Simo; I have run
Myself in peril, in my wish to aid you.
Cease to entreat me more: in pleasing you
I nearly sacrificed my daughter's peace.
Sim. But, Chremes, I entreat more earnestly,
Ah! with increase of vehemence, to fulfil
Your promise given!
Chr. Your wishes blind you, Simo.
You set no bounds to one's benignity.
You have cast off your reason: if you thought,
You would perceive you sought what is unjust.
Sim. How so?
Chr. Ah! dost thou ask? Entreating me
To grant my daughter to a man engaged,
Absorbed in other love, and hating marriage,
To wed her to dissensions, and divorce.
We are to medicate with our repose,
Disorders of your son. I gave my word,
I went to forward things whilst I believed
The marriage possible. I find it not.
She is a citizen—a child is born—
Dispute not further.
Sim. By all the gods! I say,
Do not believe a word those creatures say,
Who do not wish my son to be reclaimed.
