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SCENE IX.

Manent LACHES, and PHIDIPPUS.
Phid.
How perverse is this!

[angrily.
Lach.
Did not I say he'd take it ill, Phidippus,
And therefore begg'd you to send back your daughter?

Phid.
'Fore heaven I did not think him such a churl.

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What! does he fancy I'll go cringing to him?
No;—if he'll take his wife, he may:—if not,
Let him refund her portion;—there's an end!

Lach.
See there now! you're as fractious as himself.

Phid.
You're come back obstinate and proud enough
In conscience, Pamphilus!

[angrily.
Lach.
This anger will subside,
Tho' he has had some cause to be disturb'd.

Phid.
Because you've had a little money left you,
Your minds are so exalted!

Lach.
What! d'ye quarrel
With Me too?

Phid.
Let him take to-day to think on't,
And send me word if he will have her home,
Or not: that if she don't remain his wife,
She may be given to another.

[Exit hastily.