Phor. It’s Geta.
[ Scene VIII.]
Enter Geta, at a distance, hastily, from the house of Demipho.
Geta. (to himself.) O fortune! O good luck![80] with blessings how great, how suddenly hast thou loaded this day with thy favors to my master Antipho!—
Ant. (apart to Phormio.) I wonder what it is he means.
Geta. (continuing.) And relieved us, his friends, from alarm; but I’m now delaying, in not throwing my cloak[81] over my shoulder (throws it over his shoulder), and making haste to find him, that he may know what has happened.
Ant. (apart to Phormio.) Do you understand what he’s talking about?
Phor. (apart to Antipho.) Do you?
Ant. (apart to Phormio.) Not at all.
Phor. (apart to Antipho.) And I just as much.