e me unprepar'd. (_Exit._

ACT THE SECOND.

SCENE I.

_PHORMIO, GETA._

PHOR. And Antipho, you say, has slunk away,
Fearing his father's presence?

GETA. Very true.

PHOR. Poor Phanium left alone?

GETA. 'Tis even so.

PHOR. And the old gentleman enrag'd!

GETA. Indeed.

PHOR. The sum of all then, Phormio, rests on you:
On you, and you alone. You've bak'd this cake;
E'en eat it for your pains. About it then!

GETA. I do beseech you.

PHOR. (_to himself._) What if he inquire?----

GETA. Our only hope's in you.

PHOR. (_to himself_). I have it!--Then,
Suppose he offer to return the girl?----

GETA. You urg'd us to it.

PHOR. (_to himself_). Aye! it shall be so.

GETA. Assist us!

PHOR. Let him come, old gentleman!
'Tis here: it is engender'd: I am arm'd
With all my counsels.

GETA. What d'ye mean to do?

PHOR. What would you have me do, unless contrive
That Phanium may remain, that Antipho
Be freed from blame, and all the old man's rage
Turn'd upon me?

GETA. Brave fellow! friend indeed!
And yet I often tremble for you, Phormio,
Lest all this noble confidence of yours
End in the stocks at last.

PHOR. Ah, 'tis not so.
I'm an old stager too, and know my road.
How many men d'ye think I've bastinadoed
Almost to death? Aliens and citizens?
The oft'ner, still the safer.--Tell me then,
Didst ever hear of actions for assault
And batt'ry brought against me?

GETA. How comes that?

PHOR. Because the net's not stretch'd to catch the hawk,
Or kite, who do us wrong; but laid for those
Who do us none at all: In them there's profit,
In those mere labor lost. Thus other men
May be in danger who have aught to lose;
I, the world knows, have nothing.--You will say,
They'll seize my person.--No, they won't maintain
A fellow of my stomach.--And they're wise,
In my opinion, if for injuries
They'll not return the highest benefit.

GETA. It is impossible for Antipho
To give you thanks sufficient.

PHOR. Rather say,
No man sufficiently can thank his patron.
You at free cost to come! anointed, bath'd,
Easy and gay! while he's eat up with care
And charge, to cater for your entertainment!
He gnaws his heart, you laugh; eat first, sit first,
And see a doubtful banquet plac'd before you!

GETA. Doubtful! what phrase is that?

PHOR. Where you're in doubt,
What you shall rather choose. Delights like these
When you but think how sweet, how dear, they are;
Him that affords them must you no