Geta. I then resolv’d
To give them their own way in every thing.
Davus. Aye, then you made your market.
Geta. Our young spark
Play’d no mad pranks at first: but Phædria
Got him immediately a music-girl:
Fond of her to distraction! she belong’d
To a most avaricious, sordid pimp;
Nor had we aught to give;—th’ old gentleman
Had taken care of that. Naught else remain’d,