Geta. You’ve hit upon the very thing.
Dem. Lead me to him then.
Geta. I won’t delay.
Chrem. (to Demipho.) When you’ve done so, go over to my wife, that she may call upon her before she goes away. She must tell her that we are going to give her in marriage to Phormio, that she may not be angry with us; and that he is a fitter match for her, as knowing more of her; that we have in no way departed from our duty; that as much has been given for a portion as he asked for.
Dem. What the plague does that matter to you?
Chrem. A great deal, Demipho. It is not enough for you to do your duty, if common report does not approve of it; I wish all this to be done with her own sanction as well, that she mayn’t be saying that she has been turned out of doors.
Dem. I can do all that myself.
Chrem. It will come better from one woman to another.
Dem. I’ll ask her.
Goes into the house of Chremes; and exit Geta.