Turning the corner of the street?
Ant. ’Tis he.
I dare not face him. (Going.)
At t’other end o’ th’ street?
Ant. ’Tis he himself.
I dare not face him. (Going.)
Geta. Ah! what is’t you do?
Where d’ye run, Antipho! stay, stay, I say.
Ant. I know myself and my offense too well:
To you, then, I commend my life and love.