The Comedies of Terence

by Terence

Phormio, Geta.

Phor. And Antipho, you say, has slunk away,

Fearing his father’s presence?

Geta. Very true.

Phor. Poor Phanium left alone?

Geta. ’Tis even so.

Phor. And the old gentleman enrag’d!

Geta. Indeed.

Phor. The sum of all then, Phormio, rests on you:

On you, and you alone. You’ve bak’d this cake;