SCENE X.
George Colman translation
Laches alone.
Stay!
Hear me! one word, Phidippus! Stay!—He’s gone.
—What is’t to me? (Angrily.) E’en let them settle it
Among themselves; since nor my son, nor he
Take my advice, nor mind one word I say.
—This quarrel shall go round, I promise them:
I’ll to my wife, the author of this mischief,
And vent my spleen and anger upon her.
Exit.