Geta. —And from what fears deliver’d us, his friends?
—But wherefore do I loiter thus? and why
Do I not throw my cloak upon my shoulder,
And haste to find him out, that he may know
All that has happen’d?
Ant. (to Phormio). Do you comprehend
What he is talking of?
Phor. Do you?
Ant. Not I.
Phor. I’m just as wise as you.