Dem. (to the Lawyers). Here’s the very fellow, I believe,
Of whom I have been speaking.—Follow me!
Phor. (aloud). And that he does not know who Stilpho was?
Geta. No.
Phor. Ah! because, poor thing, she’s left in want,
Her father is unknown, and she despis’d.
What will not avarice do?
Geta. If you insinuate
My master’s avaricious, woe be to you!
Dem. (behind). Oh impudence! he dares accuse me first.