Antipho, he imposes upon me; for he knew me to be such a person; I thought him another sort of a man; he has deceived me; I am just the same with him that I always was: but yet, however the affair stands, I’ll do this; the captain promised to bring me the money early to-morrow; if you bring it before he does, Phædria, I’ll keep up my custom, and prefer the first comer: so adieu. ( Dorio goes )
ACT II, SCENE VIII
(Phædria, Antipho, and Geta)
PHÆDRIA: What shall I do? How shall I now, that am not worth a straw, raise the money for him so suddenly? If he could but have been prevailed upon to stay three days, I was promised it then.
ANTIPHO: Shall we forsake him, Geta, in his distress, that, according to your own report, assisted me so friendly just now? Rather let us try to return the favor, now there’s occasion.
GETA: I know it is but just that we should.
ANTIPHO: Set about it therefore, you are the only man that can save him.
GETA: What can I do?
ANTIPHO: Raise the money.
GETA: With all my heart; but tell me how.
ANTIPHO: My father’s at hand.
GETA: I know that; but what then?
ANTIPHO: Pshaw, a word to the wise is enough.
GETA: Say you so?
ANTIPHO: Yes.
GETA: Very fine advice, by Hercules! Why don’t you go about it? Shan’t I have reason to triumph, if I escape on the account of your marriage, but you must now insist on my bringing one misfortune on the back of another over my head, for his sake too?
ANTIPHO: What he says is true.
PHÆDRIA: What? Do you look upon me as a stranger, Geta?
GETA: By no means; but is it of no consideration, now we have enraged the old man against us all, whether we provoke him so that no room can be left for entreaty?
PHÆDRIA: Shall another man bear her from my eyes to an unknown land? Alas! Speak to me, Antipho, and consider me, while you may, and while I’m with ye.
ANTIPHO: Why? What are you about now? Tell me.
PHÆDRIA: Whatever part of the world she’s carried to, I’m resolved to follow her, or to perish.
GETA: Good luck go with you; yet I’d advise you not to be in a hurry.
ANTIPHO: See if you can assist him, do.
GETA: Assist him? How?
ANTIPHO: Pray try, lest he should more or less, Geta, than we’d wish, and which we shou’d be sorry for afterwards.
GETA: I’m trying. He’s secure, I believe; but I’m afraid that I shall suffer for’t
ANTIPHO: Don’t be afraid: we’ll share your fortune with you, be it good or bad.
GETA ( to Phædria ): How much money d‘y’ want? Tell me.
PHÆDRIA: But little more than ninety guineas.
GETA: Ninety guineas? Ah! she’s very dear, Phaedria.
PHÆDRIA: She’s very cheap at that price.
GETA: Well, well, I’ll get ‘em.
PHÆDRIA ( hugging Geta): There’s a good fellow!
GETA: Let me go, hands off.
PHÆDRIA: I want the money now.
GETA: You shall have it presently; but I must have Phormio’s assistance.
ANTIPHO: He’s ready; lay what burden on him you will, and hell bear it: he’s of all men truest to his friend.
GETA: Therefore let us hasten to him.
ANTIPHO: Have ye any farther occasion for me?
GETA: No; but go home, and comfort that poor creature, who is now, I know, quite dispirited with fear. Why d‘y’ stay?
ANTIPHO: There’s nothing that I can do with so good a will.
PHÆDRIA: How do you propose doing that?
GETA: I’ll tell you as we go; but make haste from hence.
ACT III, SCENE I
( Demipho and Chremes)
DEMIPHO: Why, what did you go to Lemnos for, Chremes? Have you brought your daughter with you?
CHREMES: No.
DEMIPHO: How so?
CHREMES: Her mother, seeing that I stayed here longer than ordinary, and that the girl was of an age that required a husband, is reported to have come here with all her family in search of me.
DEMlPHO: Pray what detained you so long there then, after you had heard it?
CHREMES: A disease.
DEMIPHO: How did you get it? Or what was it?
CHREMES: There’s a question! Old age itself is a disease: but the captain who brought them over told me that they
ACT II, SCENE VIII
(Phædria, Antipho, and Geta)
PHÆDRIA: What shall I do? How shall I now, that am not worth a straw, raise the money for him so suddenly? If he could but have been prevailed upon to stay three days, I was promised it then.
ANTIPHO: Shall we forsake him, Geta, in his distress, that, according to your own report, assisted me so friendly just now? Rather let us try to return the favor, now there’s occasion.
GETA: I know it is but just that we should.
ANTIPHO: Set about it therefore, you are the only man that can save him.
GETA: What can I do?
ANTIPHO: Raise the money.
GETA: With all my heart; but tell me how.
ANTIPHO: My father’s at hand.
GETA: I know that; but what then?
ANTIPHO: Pshaw, a word to the wise is enough.
GETA: Say you so?
ANTIPHO: Yes.
GETA: Very fine advice, by Hercules! Why don’t you go about it? Shan’t I have reason to triumph, if I escape on the account of your marriage, but you must now insist on my bringing one misfortune on the back of another over my head, for his sake too?
ANTIPHO: What he says is true.
PHÆDRIA: What? Do you look upon me as a stranger, Geta?
GETA: By no means; but is it of no consideration, now we have enraged the old man against us all, whether we provoke him so that no room can be left for entreaty?
PHÆDRIA: Shall another man bear her from my eyes to an unknown land? Alas! Speak to me, Antipho, and consider me, while you may, and while I’m with ye.
ANTIPHO: Why? What are you about now? Tell me.
PHÆDRIA: Whatever part of the world she’s carried to, I’m resolved to follow her, or to perish.
GETA: Good luck go with you; yet I’d advise you not to be in a hurry.
ANTIPHO: See if you can assist him, do.
GETA: Assist him? How?
ANTIPHO: Pray try, lest he should more or less, Geta, than we’d wish, and which we shou’d be sorry for afterwards.
GETA: I’m trying. He’s secure, I believe; but I’m afraid that I shall suffer for’t
ANTIPHO: Don’t be afraid: we’ll share your fortune with you, be it good or bad.
GETA ( to Phædria ): How much money d‘y’ want? Tell me.
PHÆDRIA: But little more than ninety guineas.
GETA: Ninety guineas? Ah! she’s very dear, Phaedria.
PHÆDRIA: She’s very cheap at that price.
GETA: Well, well, I’ll get ‘em.
PHÆDRIA ( hugging Geta): There’s a good fellow!
GETA: Let me go, hands off.
PHÆDRIA: I want the money now.
GETA: You shall have it presently; but I must have Phormio’s assistance.
ANTIPHO: He’s ready; lay what burden on him you will, and hell bear it: he’s of all men truest to his friend.
GETA: Therefore let us hasten to him.
ANTIPHO: Have ye any farther occasion for me?
GETA: No; but go home, and comfort that poor creature, who is now, I know, quite dispirited with fear. Why d‘y’ stay?
ANTIPHO: There’s nothing that I can do with so good a will.
PHÆDRIA: How do you propose doing that?
GETA: I’ll tell you as we go; but make haste from hence.
ACT III, SCENE I
( Demipho and Chremes)
DEMIPHO: Why, what did you go to Lemnos for, Chremes? Have you brought your daughter with you?
CHREMES: No.
DEMIPHO: How so?
CHREMES: Her mother, seeing that I stayed here longer than ordinary, and that the girl was of an age that required a husband, is reported to have come here with all her family in search of me.
DEMlPHO: Pray what detained you so long there then, after you had heard it?
CHREMES: A disease.
DEMIPHO: How did you get it? Or what was it?
CHREMES: There’s a question! Old age itself is a disease: but the captain who brought them over told me that they
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