Demipho. He could have raised it somehow.
Geta. Where? It's easy to talk.
Demipho. Well, if he could n't get it in any other way, he might have borrowed it on interest.
Geta. A pretty idea that! As if any one would trust him while you're alive!
Demipho. No, no, it shall not, it cannot be. I'll not let her live with him one single day as his wife. This is not a case for leniency. I wish some one would point out that fellow to me, or show me the place where he lives.
Geta. You mean Phormio?
Demipho. The man who took up this woman's case.
Geta. I'll have him here presently.
Demipho. Where's Antipho now?
Demipho. Go, find him, Phaedria, and bring him here.
Phaedria. I'll go right away.
[Exit into Dorio's house.
Geta (aside). Yes, to Pamphila.
Demipho. I'll go home, and greet my household gods; thence to the market place and ask some of my friends to stand by me in this matter, so that I may be ready for Phormio if he should come.
[Exit into his house.
Enter PHORMIOand GETA.
Phormio. You say that he was so frightened at his father's return that he ran away.
Geta. Quite so.