To pay him twenty minæ.—Prithee, Syrus,
Why don’t you execute your orders?
Syrus. What?
Dem. Down with the wall!— (Exit Syrus.) You, Geta, go and bring
The ladies over.
Geta. Heaven bless you, Demea,
For all your friendship to our family!
Exit Geta.
Dem. They’re worthy of it.—What say you to this?
To Æschinus.