Geta. What is it you say?
Sos. I’ll make it known.
Geta. Ha, my dear Sostrata, take care what you do!
Sos. The matter can not possibly be in a worse position than it is at present. In the first place, she has no portion; then, besides, that which was as good as a portion, her honor, is lost: she can not be given in marriage as a virgin. This resource is left; if he should deny it, I have a ring which he lost as evidence of the truth. In fine, Geta, as I am fully conscious that no blame attaches to me, and that neither interest nor any consideration unworthy of her or of myself has had a share in this matter, I will make trial——
Geta. What am I to say to this? I agree, as you speak for the best.
Sos. You be off as fast as possible, and relate all the matter just as it has happened to her kinsman Hegio; for he was the best friend of our lamented Simulus, and has shown especial regard for us.
Geta. (aside.) Aye, faith, because nobody else takes any notice of us.
Sos. Do you, my dear Canthara, run with all haste, and fetch the midwife, so that, when she is wanted, we may not have to wait for her.
Sostrata goes into the house, and exit Geta and Canthara.