_MENEDEMUS and CLINIA._
_MENEDEMUS._
You have made me, my dear Clinia, the very happiest of fathers,
By this return to your senses; indeed I ran great risk
Of taking leave of my own: but since I have you back,
’Tis nothing but happiness: and gladly I now consent
To the match, which hitherto in your own interest
I have only opposed because I would not have you marry
A woman not freeborn. To be sure I c^d have wished
’Twas somebody else’s daughter than Chremes’. After all
It might be worse. But are you sure you hold to it still,
And wish to marry her?
_CLINIA._