Ant. That’s a long way off.
Chæ. Then let’s make so much the greater haste.
Ant. Change your dress.
Chæ. Where am I to change it? I’m at a loss; for at present I’m an exile from home; I’m afraid of my brother, lest he should be in-doors: and then again of my father, lest he should have returned from the country by this.
Ant. Let’s go to my house; there is the nearest place for you to change.
Chæ. You say right. Let’s be off; besides, I want to take counsel with you about this girl, by what means I may be able to secure the future possession of her.
Ant. Very well.
Exeunt.