They shall not carry off the matter thus.
Geta. Our only hope is in you, Hegio.
You’re our sole friend, our guardian, and our father,
On his death-bed, the good old Simulus
The good old Simulus, on his death-bed
Bequeath’d us to your care. If you desert us,
We are undone indeed.
Hegio. Ah, name it not!
I will not, and with honesty, I can not.
Dem. I’ll go up to him.—Save you, Hegio!