Know one, and you know all.
Phæd. Nay, ’tis not so.
Dem. One does a fault, the other’s hard at hand
To bear him out: when t’other slips, he’s ready:
Each in their turn!
Geta. I’ faith th’ old gentleman
Has blunder’d on their humors to a hair.
Dem. For, were’t not so, you’d not defend him, Phædria.
Dem. If ’twere not so, you’d not defend him, Phædria.
Phæd. If, Uncle, Antipho has done a wrong,