Defend myself?—impossible?—Oh, wretch!
Now for myself in pain, now Antipho
Distracts my mind.—But him I pity most;
For him I fear; ’tis he retains me here:
For, were it not for him, I’d soon provide
For my own safety—aye, and be reveng’d
On the old graybeard—carry something off,
And show my master a light pair of heels.
Ant. What scheme to rob and run away is this?
Geta. But where shall I find Antipho? where seek him?