Ant. Well done, Geta.
Geta. Here I overheard a very pretty piece of business; so much so that I had nearly cried out for joy.
Ant. What was it?
Geta. (laughing.) What do you think?
Ant. I don’t know.
Geta. Why, something most marvelous. Your uncle has been discovered to be the father of your wife, Phanium.
Ant. (starting.) Ha! what’s that you say?
Geta. He formerly cohabited secretly with her mother at Lemnos.
Phor. A dream: how could she be ignorant about her own father?
Geta. Be sure, Phormio, that there is some reason: but do you suppose that, outside of the door, I was able to understand every thing that passed between them within?