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u}. For if I had not formed such an opinion of him, I should never have incurred such enmity with your family on her account, whom he now slights in such an ungenerous manner. GETA (_aloud._) What, do you persist in speaking abusively of my master in his absence, you most abominable fellow? PHOR. Why, it's {just} what he deserves. GETA (_aloud._) Say you so, you jail-bird? DEM. (_calling aloud._) Geta! GETA (_aloud._) A plunderer of people's property-- a perverter of the laws! DEM. (_calling aloud._) Geta! PHOR. (_apart, in a low voice._) Answer him. GETA. Who is it? (_Looking round._) Oh!---- DEM. Hold your peace. GETA. He has never left off uttering abuse against you behind your back, unworthy of you, and {just} befitting himself. DEM. Well now, have done. (_Addressing PHORMIO._) Young man, in the first place, with your good leave, I ask you this, if you may possibly be pleased to give me an answer: explain to me who this friend of yours was, that you speak of, and how he said that he was related to me. PHOR. (_sneeringly._) You are fishing it out, just as if you didn't know. DEM. I, know? PHOR. Yes. DEM. I say I do not; you, who affirm it, recall it to my recollection. PHOR. Come now, didn't you know your own cousin-german? DEM. You torture me to death; tell me his name. PHOR. His name? DEM. Of course. (_PHORMIO hesitates._) Why are you silent now? PHOR. (_aside._) Heavens, I'm undone; I've forgot the name. DEM. Well, what do you say? PHOR. (_aside, to GETA._) Geta, if you recollect the {name} I told you a short time since, prompt me. (_Aloud, to DEMIPHO._) Well then, I sha'n't tell you; as if you didn't know, you come to pump me. DEM. I, come to pump you, indeed? GETA. (_whispering to PHORMIO._) Stilpho. PHOR. But, after all, what matters that to me? It is Stilpho. DEM. Whom did you say? PHOR. Stilpho, I tell you; you knew him. DEM. I neither know him, nor had I ever any relation of that name. PHOR. Say you so? Are you not ashamed of this? But if he had left you ten talents---- DEM. May the Gods confound you! PHOR. You'd have been the first, from memory, to trace your line of kindred, even as far back as from grandfather and great-grandfather. DEM. Very likely what you say. In that case, when I had undertaken it, I should have shown how she was related to me; do you do the same: tell me, how is she related to me? GETA. Well done, my {maste
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