Davus. Nor your old man, when do you look for him?
Geta. I don’t know certainly: but I have heard
That there’s a letter from him come to port,
Which I am going for.
Davus. Would you aught else
With me, good Geta?
Geta. Nothing, but farewell!
Exit Davus.
Ho, boy! what, nobody at home! (Enter boy.) Take this
And give it Dorcium. (Gives the Purse, and Exit.)