Dem. With how much care, and what solicitude,
My son affects me, with this wretched match
Having embroil’d himself and me! nor comes
Into my sight, that I might know at least
Or what he says, or thinks of this affair.
Go you, and see if he’s come home or no.
Geta. I’m gone.
Exit.
Dem. You see, Sirs, how this matter stands.
What shall I do? Say, Hegio!