Geta. Rogue, robber, pettifogger! (To Phormio pretending not to hear Demipho.)
Dem. Geta!
Phor. Answer. (Apart to Geta.)
Geta (turning). Who’s that?—Oh!
Dem. Peace!
Geta. Behind your back
All day without cessation has this knave
Thrown scurvy terms upon you, such as none
But men like him can merit.
Dem. Well! have done.