Phor. (with affected indignation.) Away, to utter perdition, with you. For if I had not formed such an opinion of him, I should never have incurred such enmity with your family on her account, whom he now slights in such an ungenerous manner.
Geta (aloud.) What, do you persist in speaking abusively of my master in his absence, you most abominable fellow?
Phor. Why, it’s just what he deserves.
Geta (aloud.) Say you so, you jail-bird?
Dem. (calling aloud.) Geta!
Geta (aloud.) A plunderer of people’s property—a perverter of the laws!
Dem. (calling aloud.) Geta!
Phor. (apart, in a low voice.) Answer him.
Geta. Who is it? (Looking round.) Oh!——
Dem. Hold your peace.