[ Scene VII.]
Enter Phormio, at a distance.
Phor. (to himself.) I received the money; handed it over to the Procurer; brought away the woman, that Phædria might have her as his own—for she has now become free. Now there is one thing still remaining for me to manage,—to get a respite from the old gentlemen for carousing; for I’ll enjoy myself the next few days.
Ant. But here’s Phormio. (Going up to him.) What have you to say?
Phor. About what?
Ant. Why—what’s Phædria going to do now? In what way does he say that he intends to take his fill of love?
Phor. In his turn, he’s going to act your part.
Ant. What part?
Phor. To run away from his father; he begs that you in your return will act on his behalf—to plead his cause for him. For he’s going to carouse at my house. I shall tell the old man that I’m going to Sunium, to the fair, to purchase the female servant that Geta mentioned a while since, so that, when they don’t see me here, they mayn’t suppose that I’m squandering their money. But there is a noise at the door of your house.
Ant. See who’s coming out.