Dem. Are you so resolved, you unlucky fellow, to do me all the mischief you can?
Phor. (aside, to Geta.) He’s afraid of us, although he’s so careful to conceal it.
Geta (aside, to Phormio.) Your beginning has turned out well.
Phor. But if, on the contrary, you endure what must be endured, you’ll be doing what’s worthy of you, so that we may be on friendly terms.
Dem. (indignantly.) What, I seek your friendship, or have any wish to see or hear you?
Phor. If you can agree with her, you will have some one to cheer up your old age; just consider your time of life.
Dem. Let her cheer up yourself; keep her to yourself.
Phor. Really, do moderate your passion.
Dem. Mark what I say. There have been words enough already; if you don’t make haste to fetch away the woman, I shall turn her out: I have said it, Phormio.
Phor. If you use her in any other manner than is befitting a free-born woman, I shall be bringing a swinging action against you: I have said it, Demipho. (To Geta.) Hark you, if there should be any occasion for me, I shall be at home.