Geta. (to Phædria.) How much money do you want? Tell me.
Phæd. Only thirty minæ.
Geta. Thirty? Heyday! she’s monstrous dear, Phædria.
Phæd. Indeed, she’s very cheap.
Geta. Well, well, I’ll get them for you.
Phæd. Oh the dear man! (They both fall to hugging Geta.)
Geta. Take yourselves off. (Shakes them off.)
Phæd. There’s need for them directly.
Geta. You shall have them directly; but I must have Phormio for my assistant in this business.
Ant. He’s quite ready; right boldly lay on him any load you like, he’ll bear it: he, in especial, is a friend to his friend.