That neither pity nor entreaties touch you?
Dorio. And can you be so inconsiderate,
And so unconscionable, Phædria,
To think that you can talk me to your purpose,
And wheedle me to give the girl for nothing?
Ant. (behind). Poor Phædria!
Phæd. (to himself). Alas! he speaks the truth.
Geta (to Antipho). How well they each support their characters!
Phæd. (to himself). Then that this evil should have come
upon me,