Geta. My only hope is in myself.
Davus. That's right.
Geta. However, I suppose that I must go to an intercessor, who will plead for me in this way: "Let him off just this once, I pray you; if he offends again, I'll not intercede for him." Lucky if he does not add, "As soon as my back is turned, kill him, for all care."
Davus. How about the young fellow who was so attentive to the music girl? How is he getting on?
Geta. But so so, poorly.
Davus. Has n't much to give her, perhaps?
Geta. Nothing but unalloyed hope.
Davus. Has his father returned?
Geta. Not yet.
Davus. When do you expect your old master back?
Geta. I don't know for certain, but I heard just now that a letter had come from him, and had been taken to the custom-house officers;1 I'll go and ask for it.
Davus. Can I be of any further service, Geta?
Geta. No, good-by. [Exit DAVUS. GETAcalls to slave within.] Hi, boy! Is no one ever coming? [Enter a slave. GETAgives him the bag.] Here, give this to Dorcium.2 [Exit.
Enter ANTIPHO and PHAEDRIA from CHREMES' house.
Antipho. To think, Phaedria, that it should have come to this; that I should be afraid of him who has____________________