Ant. Procure the money.
Geta. I wish I could; but where it is to come from—tell me that.
Ant. My father has come home.
Geta. I know; but what of that?
Ant. Oh, a word to the wise[62] is quite enough.
Geta. Is that it, then?
Ant. Just so.
Geta. Upon my faith, you really do give me fine advice; out upon you! Ought I not to be heartily glad, if I meet with no mishap through your marriage, but what, in addition to that, you must now bid me, for his sake, to be seeking risk upon risk?
Ant. ’Tis true what he says.
Phæd. What! am I a stranger to you, Geta?