Geta. (to himself.) I’ll be off hence to the Procurer’s; they are there just now. (Runs along.)
Ant. (calling out.) Halloo! Geta!
Geta. (still running.) There’s for you. Is it any thing new or wonderful to be called back, directly you’ve started?
Ant. Geta!
Geta. Do you persist? Troth, you shall not on this occasion get the better of me by your annoyance.
Ant. (running after him.) Won’t you stop?
Geta. You’ll be getting a beating.
Ant. Assuredly that will befall yourself just now unless you stop, you whip-knave.
Geta. This must be some one pretty familiar, threatening me with a beating. (Turns round.) But is it the person I’m in search of or not? ’Tis the very man! Up to him at once.
Ant. What’s the matter?