Part 103 (1/2)

GETA. That I've seen His father, Sir,--your uncle.

ANT. How shall I, Wretch that I am! oppose this sudden evil!

Should I be so unhappy to be torn From thee, my Phanium, life's not worth my care.

GETA. Since that's the case then, Antipho, you ought To be the more upon your guard.

ANT. Alas!

I'm not myself.

GETA. But now you should be most so, Antipho.

For if your father should discern your fear, He'll think you conscious of a fault.

PHaeD. That's true.

ANT. I can not help it, nor seem otherwise.

GETA. How would you manage in worse difficulties?

ANT. Since I'm not equal to bear this, to those I should be more unequal.

GETA. This is nothing.

Pooh, Phaedria, let him go! why waste our time?

I will be gone. (_Going._)

PHaeD. And I. (_Going._)

ANT. Nay, prithee, stay!

What if I should dissemble?--Will that do?

(_Endeavoring to a.s.sume another air._

GETA. Ridiculous!

ANT. Nay, look at me! will that Suffice?

GETA. Not it.

ANT. Or this?

GETA. Almost.

ANT. Or this?

GETA. Aye! now you've hit it. Do but stick to that; Answer him boldly; give him hit for dash, Nor let him bear you down with angry words.

ANT. I understand you.

GETA. ”Forc'd”--”against your will”---- ”By law”--”by sentence of the court”--d'ye take me?

--But what old gentleman is that I see At t'other end o' th' street?