Phæd. (to Antipho.) Why, are you in your senses?
Geta (to himself.) I’ll make my way homeward; he’s generally there.
Phæd. (to Antipho.) Let’s call the fellow back.
Ant. (calling out.) Stop, this instant.
Geta (turning round.) Heyday—with authority enough, whoever you are.
Ant. Geta!
Geta. The very person I wanted to find.
Ant. Pray, tell me what news you bring and dispatch it in one word, if you can.
Geta. I’ll do so.
Ant. Out with it.