Phor. And that the old man is in a rage?
Geta. Extremely so.
Phor. The whole business, Phormio, rests on yourself alone; you yourself have hashed it up;[46] it must all be swallowed by yourself, so set about it.
Geta. I entreat you——
Phor. (to himself.) If he inquires.
Geta. In you is all our hope.
Phor. (to himself.) Look at this, now:—What if he sends her back?
Geta. It was you that urged us.
Phor. (to himself.) I think that will do.
Geta. Do help us.