Geta (to Demipho). Did you inform him, Sir?—’Tis monstrous, Chremes,
To he so shamefully impos’d upon!
Dem. ’Twas on that point I was just talking with him.
Geta. And I too, having turn’d it in my thoughts,
Have found, I think, a remedy.
Dem. How, Geta?
What remedy?
Geta. On leaving you, by chance
I met with Phormio.
Chrem. Who is Phormio?