Pshaw!ANTIPHOWhat am I to do?PHAEDRIA(to GETA.)What is it you say?GETAThat I have seen his father, your uncle.ANTIPHOHow am I, wretch that I am, now to find a remedy for this sudden misfortune? But if it should be my fortune, Phanium, to be torn away from you, life would cease to be desirable.GETATherefore, Antipho, since matters are thus, the more need have you to be on your guard; fortune helps the brave.ANTIPHOI am not myself.GETABut just now it is especially necessary you should be so, Antipho;for if your father perceives that you are alarmed, he will think that you have been guilty of some fault.PHAEDRIAThat’s true.ANTIPHOI can not change.GETAWhat would you do, if now something else still more difficult had to be done by you?ANTIPHOAs I am not equal to this, I should be still less so to the other.GETAThis is doing nothing at all, Phaedria, let’s be gone; why do we waste our time here to no purpose. I shall be off.PHAEDRIAAnd I too.(They move as if going.)ANTIPHOPray, now, if I assume an air, will that do? (He endeavors to assume another air.) GETAYou are trifling.ANTIPHOLook at my countenance—there’s for you. (Assuming a different air.) Will that do?GETANo.ANTIPHOWell, will this? (Assuming another air.) GETAPretty well. ANTIPHOWell then, this? (Assuming a still bolder air.) GETAThat’s just the thing. There now, keep to that, and answer him word for word, like for like; don’t let him, in his anger, disconcert you with his blustering words.ANTIPHOI understand.GETASay that you were forced against your will by law, by sentence of the court; do you take me?(Looking earnestly in one direction.) But who is the old man that I see at the end of the street?ANTIPHO’Tis he himself. I can not stand it. (Going.) GETAOh! What are you about? Whither are you going, Antipho? Stop, I tell you.ANTIPHOI know my own self and my offense; to your management I trust Phanium and my own existence. (Exit hastily.)