at?

ANT. Oh, a word to the wise[62] is quite enough.

GETA. Is that it, then?

ANT. Just so.

GETA. Upon my faith, you really do give me fine advice; out upon you!
Ought I not to be heartily glad, if I meet with no mishap through your
marriage, but what, in addition to that, you must now bid me, for his
sake, to be seeking risk upon risk?

ANT. 'Tis true what he says.

PHAED. What! am I a stranger to you, Geta?

GETA. I don't consider {you so}. But is it so trifling a matter that
the old gentleman is now vexed with us all, that we must provoke him
still more, and leave no room for entreaty?

PHAED. Is another man to take her away from before my eyes to some
unknown spot? Alas! speak to me then, Antipho, and look upon me while
you have the opportunity, and while I'm present.

ANT. Why so, or what are you going to do? Pray, tell me.

PHAED. To whatever part of the world she is borne away, I'm determined
to follow her or to perish.

GETA. May the Gods prosper your design! Cautiously's {the word},
however.

ANT. (_to GETA._) Do see if you can give him any assistance at all.

GETA. Any at all-- how?

ANT. Pray, do try, that he mayn't be doing something that we may
afterward be more or less sorry for, Geta.

GETA. I'm considering. (_He pauses._) He's all safe, so far as I can
guess: but still, I'm afraid of mischief.

ANT. Don't be afraid: together with you, we'll share good {and} bad.

GETA. (_to PHAEDRIA._) How much money do you want? Tell me.

PHAED. Only thirty minae.

GETA. Thirty? Heyday! she's monstrous dear, Phaedria.

PHAED. Indeed, she's very cheap.

GETA. Well, well, I'll get them for you.

PHAED. Oh the dear man! (_They both fall to hugging GETA._)

GETA. Take yourselves off. (_Shakes them off._)

PHAED. There's need for them directly.

GETA. You shall have them directly; but I must have Phormio for my
assistant in this business.

ANT. He's quite ready; right boldly lay on him any load you like,
he'll bear it: he, in especial, is a friend to his friend.

GETA. Let's go to him at once then.

ANT. Will you have any occasion for my assistance?

GETA. None; but be off home, and comfort that poor thing, who I am
sure is now in-doors almost dead with fear. Do you linger?

ANT. There's nothing I could do with so much pleasure. (_Goes into the
house of DEMIPHO._)

PHAED. What way will you manage this?

GETA. I'll tell you on the road; first thing, betake yourself off.
(_Exeunt_