Phor. (aside.) Heavens, I’m undone; I’ve forgot the name.
Dem. Well, what do you say?
Phor. (aside, to Geta.) Geta, if you recollect the name I told you a short time since, prompt me. (Aloud, to Demipho.) Well then, I sha’n’t tell you; as if you didn’t know, you come to pump me.
Dem. I, come to pump you, indeed?
Geta. (whispering to Phormio.) Stilpho.
Phor. But, after all, what matters that to me? It is Stilpho.
Dem. Whom did you say?
Phor. Stilpho, I tell you; you knew him.
Dem. I neither know him, nor had I ever any relation of that name.
Phor. Say you so? Are you not ashamed of this? But if he had left you ten talents——