Yourself and he you praise so much.
Phor. Away!
Had I not thought him what I’ve spoken of him,
I would not for his daughter’s sake have drawn
So many troubles on our family,
Whom this old cuff now treats so scandalously.
Geta. What, still abuse my absent master, rascal!
Phor. It is no more than he deserves.
Geta. How, villain!
Dem. Geta! (Calling.)