Geta. List, then!
Davus. I’m all ear.
Geta. D’ye know our old man’s elder brother, Chremes?
Davus. Know him? aye, sure.
Geta. You do?—And his son Phædria?
Davus. As well as I know you.
Geta. It so fell out,
Both the old men were forc’d to journey forth
At the same season. He to Lemnos, ours
Into Cilicia, to an old acquaintance