That impudent Mopsus is your freed-woman's child, and served this house for high wages, but he shall leave it this very day, so surely as I hope to live until the vintage.

He or I! If you wish to keep him, I'll go to Agrigentum and live with my daughter and grandchildren, who send to me by every messenger.

If this insolent fellow is more to you than I am, I'll leave this place of ingratitude.

In Agrigentum--" "It is beautiful in Agrigentum!" interrupted the conjurer, pointing with his finger impressively in the direction of this famous city.
"It is delightful there," cried the old woman, "so long as one doesn't meet pygmies like you in the streets." The house-keeper was struggling for breath, and her master took advantage of the pause to murmur beseechingly, like a child who is to be deprived of something it loves: "Mopsus must go--merry Mopsus?
Nobody knows how to lift and support me so well." These words softened Semestre's wrath, and, lowering her voice, she replied: "You will no longer need the lad for that purpose; Leonax, Alciphron's son, is coming to-day.

He'll lift and support you as if you were his own father.