[ SCENE III.]
Antipho, Phædria.
Ant. Is it come to this?
My father, Phædria!—my best friend!—That I
Should tremble, when I think of his return!
When, had I not been inconsiderate,
I, as ’tis meet, might have expected him.
Phæd. What now?
Ant. Is that a question? and from you?
Who know the atrocious fault I have committed?