HAED. (_to ANTIPHO._) Let's call the fellow back.

ANT. (_calling out._) Stop, this instant.

GETA (_turning round._) Heyday-- with authority enough, whoever you
are.

ANT. Geta!

GETA. The very person I wanted to find.

ANT. Pray, tell me what news you bring and dispatch it in {one} word,
if you can.

GETA. I'll do {so}.

ANT. Out with it.

GETA. Just now, at the harbor--

ANT. What, my {father}--?

GETA. You've hit it.

ANT. Ruined outright!

PHAED. Pshaw!

ANT. What am I to do?

PHAED. (_to GETA._) What is it you say?

GETA. That I have seen his father, your uncle.

ANT. How am I, wretch that I am, now to find a remedy for this sudden
misfortune? But if it should be my fortune, Phanium, to be torn away
from you, life would cease to be desirable.

GETA. Therefore, Antipho, since matters are thus, the more need have
you to be on your guard; fortune helps the brave.

ANT. I am not myself.

GETA. But just now it is especially necessary you should be so,
Antipho; for if your father perceives that you are alarmed, he will
think that you have been guilty of some fault.

PHAED. That's true.

ANT. I can not change.

GETA. What would you do, if now something else still more difficult
had to be done by you?

ANT. As I am not equal to this, I should be still less so to the
other.

GETA. This is doing nothing at all, Phaedria, let's be gone; why do we
waste our time here to no purpose. I shall be off.

PHAED. And I too. (_They move as if going._)

ANT. Pray, now, if I assume an air, will that do? (_He endeavors to
assume another air._)

GETA. You are trifling.

ANT. Look at my countenance-- there's for you. (_Assuming a different
air._) Will that do?

GETA. No.

ANT. Well, will this? (_Assuming another air._)

GETA. Pretty well.

ANT. Well then, this? (_Assuming a still bolder air._)

GETA. That's just the thing. There now, keep to that, and answer him
word for word, like for like; don't let him, in his anger, disconcert
you with his blustering words.

ANT. I understand.

GETA. {Say} that you were forced against your will by law, by sentence
of the court; do you take me? (_Looking earnestly in one direction._)
But who is the old man that I see at the end of the street?

ANT. 'Tis he himself. I can not stand it. (_Going._)

GETA. Oh! What are you about? Whither are you going, Antipho? Stop,
I tell you.

ANT. I know my own self and my offense; to your management I trust
Phani