Antipho. I'm beside myself.
Geta. But, Antipho, this is just the time when you should n't be beside yourself, for if your father sees that you're afraid he'll think that you're to blame.
Phaedria. That's true.
Antipho. I can't change my character.
Geta. How would you manage if you had something harder to do?
Antipho. Why, since I can't do this, I should be still less able to do that.
Geta. There's nothing in this, Phaedria; let's be off. Why are we wasting time here I'm going.
Phaedria. And I too.
Antipho. Oh, pray! Suppose I pretend to be brave? (feigning an expression of boldness). Will this do?
Geta (not turning round). You're talking nonsense.
Antipho. Look at my face, both of you. Now, will this do?
Antipho. Well, then, this?
Antipho. This, then.
Geta. That will do. Now stick to that, and see that you answer him word for word, tit for tat, and don't let him, however angry he may be, get the better of you by his savage abuse.
Antipho. I understand.
Geta. You were forced into it against your will by the law, the sentence passed upon you, do you understand? But who's the old gentleman I see at the end of the street?
Antipho. 'T is he himself. I can't stay.
Geta. Oh, what are you doing, where are you going, Antipho? Stop, stop!