Geta (shrugging his shoulders.) So so, but poorly.
Dav. Perhaps he hasn’t much to give.
Geta. Why, really, nothing at all, except mere hopes.
Dav. Is his father come back or not?
Geta. Not yet.
Dav. Well, when do you expect your old man?
Geta. I don’t know for certain; but I just now heard that a letter has been brought from him, and has been left with the officers of the customs: I’m going to fetch it.
Dav. Is there any thing else that you want with me, Geta?
Geta. Nothing; but that I wish you well. (Exit Davus.) Hark you, boy (calling at the door). Is nobody coming out here? (A Lad comes out.) Take this, and give it to Dorcium.
He gives the purse to the Lad, who carries it into Demipho’s house and exit Geta.