Book V, 43

Does any man turn his girl out of doors half-dressed, just because he finds a lover with her,— just as if he had never been guilty of adultery, as if he were a Pythagorean? And, so, my dear child, you will spoil your face with crying, will you, and shiver outside the maniac’s door? Wipe your eyes and stop crying, my dear, and we'll find another who is not so good at seeing things and at beating.