Davus. What then?
Geta. What then! There is a parasite,
One Phormio, a bold, enterprising fellow,
Who—all the Gods confound him!——
Davus. What did he?
Geta. Gave us the following counsel.—“There’s a law
That orphan Girls should wed their next of kin,
Which law obliges too their next of kin
To marry them.”—I’ll say that you’re her kinsman,
And sue a writ against you. I’ll pretend