Chapter 151

_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._

ACT THE FOURTH.