Ant. What?
Geta. What d’ye think? (Laughing.)
Ant. I can’t tell,
Geta. Oh! it was (laughing.)
Most wonderful!—most exquisite!—your uncle
Is found to be the father of your wife.
Ant. How! what?
Geta. He had a sly intrigue, it seems,
With Phanium’s mother formerly at Lemnos. (Laughing.)
Phor. Nonsense! as if she did not know her father!