Could you so far deceive her easy faith,
And leave her to misfortune and distress?
Her, who plac’d all her hopes in you alone?
Geta (coming forward). I’ faith, Sir, we have thought you much to blame
For your long absence.——
Ant. You’re the very man
That I was looking for.
Geta. —But ne’ertheless
We’ve miss’d no opportunity.
Ant. Oh, speak!