Phæd. What say you? (To Geta.)
Geta. That I’ve seen
His father, Sir,—your uncle.
Ant. How shall I,
Wretch that I am! oppose this sudden evil!
Should I be so unhappy to be torn
From thee, my Phanium, life’s not worth my care.
Geta. Since that’s the case then, Antipho, you ought
To be the more upon your guard.
Ant. Alas!