Ant. Would I were! but your reason.
Geta. Is’t enough
To plunge you over head and ears in joy?
Ant. You torture me.
Phor. No promises! but tell us
What is your news?
Geta. Oh, Phormio! are you here?
Phor. I am: but why d’ye trifle?
Geta. Mind me then! (To Phormio.)
No sooner had we paid you at the Forum,