This is my father. DORDALUS Ha!—what?—father? I’m utterly undone! Why then, in my misery, do I delay to bewail my sixty minae? SATURIO By my faith, you scoundrel, I’ll give you cause to bewail your own self as well. DORDALUS I’m undone! SATURIO Come, walk before a magistrate, Procurer. DORDALUS Why do you summon me before a magistrate?