Phæd. Do but try; the time is not long.
Dor. The same story over again.
Phæd. You will be my kinsman, my father, my friend; you——
Dor. Now, do prate on.
Phæd. For you to be of a disposition so harsh and inexorable, that neither by pity nor by entreaties can you be softened!
Dor. For you to be of a disposition so unreasonable and so unconscionable, Phædria, that you can be talking me over with fine words,[60] and be for amusing yourself with what’s my property for nothing!
Ant. (apart, to Geta.) I am sorry for him.
Phæd. (aside.) Alas! I feel it to be too true.
Geta (apart, to Antipho.) How well each keeps up to his character!
Phæd. (to himself.) And would that this misfortune had not befallen me at a time when Antipho was occupied with other cares as well.