Or even name my wife? my father’s fill’d
With hopes that she may be dismiss’d.—And then,
If Phormio gets the money for the portion,
He, to be sure, must marry her.—And what
Becomes of me then?
Geta. He’ll not marry her.
Ant. Oh, no: but when they redemand the money,
On my account he’ll rather go to jail! (Ironically.)
Geta. Many a tale is spoiled in telling, Antipho.
You take out all the good, and leave the bad.