Why, how much younger and
prettier
she looks!
Aristophanes
CHILD. Mammy, mammy, mammy!
CINESIAS. There, listen! Don't you pity the poor child? It's six days now
you've never washed and never fed the child.
MYRRHINE. Poor darling, your father takes mighty little care of you!
CINESIAS. Come down, dearest, come down for the child's sake.
MYRRHINE. Ah! what a thing it is to be a mother! Well, well, we must come
down, I suppose.
CINESIAS.
Why, how much younger and prettier she looks! And how she looks
at me so lovingly! Her cruelty and scorn only redouble my passion.
MYRRHINE. You are as sweet as your father is provoking! Let me kiss you,
my treasure, mother's darling!
CINESIAS. Ah! what a bad thing it is to let yourself be led away by other
women! Why give me such pain and suffering, and yourself into the
bargain?
MYRRHINE. Hands off, sir!
CINESIAS. Everything is going to rack and ruin in the house.
MYRRHINE. I don't care.
