Ant. (coming forward.) Ah Phædria, why, what is the matter?
Phæd. O most fortunate Antipho!
Ant. What, I?
Phæd. To have in your possession the object of your love, and have no occasion to encounter such a nuisance as this.
Ant. What I, in my possession? Why yes, as the saying is, I’ve got a wolf by the ears;[61] for I neither know how to get rid of her, nor yet how to keep her.
Dor. That’s just my case with regard to him (pointing to Phædria).
Ant. (to Dorio.) Aye, aye, don’t you show too little of the Procurer. (To Phædria.) What has he been doing?
Phæd. What, he? Acting the part of a most inhuman fellow; been and sold my Pamphila.
Geta. What! Sold her?
Ant. Sold her, say you?