to understand every thing that
passed between them within?

ANT. On my faith, I too have heard the same story.

GETA. Aye, and I'll give you still further reason for believing it:
your uncle in the mean time came out from there; not long after he
returned again, with your father; each said that he gave you
permission to retain her; in fine, I've been sent to find you, and
bring you to them.

ANT. Why then carry me off[82] {at once};-- why do you delay?

GETA. I'll do so.

ANT. O my {dear} Phormio, farewell!

PHOR. Farewell, Antipho. (_ANTIPHO and GETA go into DEMIPHO'S house._)

SCENE IX.

_PHORMIO, alone._

PHOR. So may the Gods bless me, this has turned out luckily. I'm glad
{of it}, that such good fortune has thus suddenly befallen them.
I have now an excellent opportunity for diddling the old men, and
ridding Phaedria of {all} anxiety about the money, so that he mayn't be
under the necessity of applying to any of his companions. For this
same money, as it has been given him, shall be given {for good},
whether they like it or not: how to force them to this, I've found out
the very way. I must now assume a new air and countenance. But I'll
betake myself off to this next alley; from that spot I'll present
myself to them, when they come out of doors. I sha'n't go to the fair,
where I pretended I was going. (_He retires into the alley._)

ACT THE FIFTH.

SCENE I.

_Enter DEMIPHO and CHREMES, from DEMIPHO'S house._

DEM. I do give and return hearty thanks to the Gods, and with reason,
brother, inasmuch as these matters have turned out for us so
fortunately. We must now meet with Phormio as soon as possible, before
he squanders our thirty minae, so that we may get them from him.

_Enter PHORMIO, coming forward, and speaking aloud, as though not
seeing them._

PHOR. I'll go see if Demipho's at home; that as to what[83]--

DEM. (_accosting him._) Why, Phormio, we were coming to you.

PHOR. Perhaps about the very same affair. (_DEMIPHO nods assent._) I'
faith, I thought so. What were you coming to my house for? Ridiculous;
are you afraid that I sha'n't do what I have once undertaken? Hark
you, whatever is my poverty, still, of this one thing I have taken due
care, not to forfeit my word.

CHREM. (_to DEMIPHO._) Is she not genteel-looking,[84] just as I told
you?

DEM. Very much so.

PHOR. And this is what I'm come to tell you, Demipho, that I'm quite
ready; whenever you please, gi