But we return’d directly home again.
—Arriv’d, my master sends me to your wife. (To Antipho.)
Ant. For what?
Geta. No matter now, good Antipho.
I was just entering the women’s lodging,
When up runs little Mida; catches me
Hold by the cloak behind, and pulls me back.
I turn about, and ask why he detains me.
He told me, “Nobody must see his mistress:
For Sophrona,” says he, “has just now brought