Antipho. Well done, Phormio!
Geta. And I, too, did what I could.
Antipho. My Geta, I love you all.
Geta. The affair has begun as I've told you. So far everything's quiet, and your father's going to wait for your uncle's arrival.
Antipho. Why is he waiting for him?
Geta. He said that he wished to follow his advice in the matter.
Antipho. O Geta, how greatly I fear my uncle's return, for he, as it seems, is to decide whether I am to live or die.
Geta. Here's Phaedria.
Geta. There, coming out of his training-school.1
Enter DORIO and PHAEDRIA from DORIO's house.
Phaedria. Dorio, listen to me, I beseech you.
Dorio. No, I won't.
Phaedria. Just a moment.
Dorio. Let me alone.
Phaedria. Do listen to what I have to say.
Dorio. But I'm tired of listening to the same thing a thousand times over.
Phaedria. But this time I'll tell you something that you 'll be pleased to listen to.
Dorio. Go on, I'm listening.
Phaedria. Can't I prevail on you to wait for the next three days? Where are you going now?
Dorio. I was wondering whether you'd tell me anything new.____________________