Ant. I am not myself.
Geta. But just now it is especially necessary you should be so, Antipho; for if your father perceives that you are alarmed, he will think that you have been guilty of some fault.
Phæd. That’s true.
Ant. I can not change.
Geta. What would you do, if now something else still more difficult had to be done by you?
Ant. As I am not equal to this, I should be still less so to the other.
Geta. This is doing nothing at all, Phædria, let’s be gone; why do we waste our time here to no purpose. I shall be off.
Phæd. And I too. (They move as if going.)
Ant. Pray, now, if I assume an air, will that do? (He endeavors to assume another air.)
Geta. You are trifling.