Strep.
Then I will shout with a very loud shout: Ho! Weep, you petty-usurers, both you and your principals, and your compound interests! For you can no longer do me any harm, because such a son is being reared for me in this house, shining with a double-edged tongue, for my guardian, the preserver of my house, a mischief to my enemies, ending the sadness of the great woes of his father. Him do thou run and summon from within to me.
Socrates goes into the house.
O child! O son! Come forth from the house! Hear your father!
Re-enter Socrates leading in Phidippides
Soc.
Lo, here is the man!
Strep.
O my dear, my dear!
Soc.
Take your son and depart.
Exit Socrates.
