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SCENE II.
_Enter at a distance DEMIPHO--HEGIO, CRATINUS, CRITO, following._
DEM. Was ever man so grossly treated, think ye?
--This way, Sirs, I beseech you.
GETA. He's enrag'd!
PHOR. Hist! mind your cue: I'll work him.
--(_Coming forward, and speaking loud._) Oh, ye G.o.ds!
Does he deny that Phanium's his relation?
What, Demipho! does Demipho deny That Phanium is his kinswoman?
GETA. He does.
PHOR. And who her father was, he does not know?
GETA. No.
DEM. (_to the Lawyers_). Here's the very fellow, I believe, Of whom I have been speaking.--Follow me!
PHOR. (_aloud_). And that he does not know who Stilpho was?
GETA. No.
PHOR. Ah! because, poor thing, she's left in want, Her father is unknown, and she despis'd.
What will not avarice do?
GETA. If you insinuate My master's avaricious, woe be to you!
DEM. (_behind_). Oh impudence! he dares accuse me first.
PHOR. As to the youth, I can not take offense, If he had not much knowledge of him; since, Now in the vale of years, in want, his work His livelihood, he nearly altogether Liv'd in the country: where he held a farm Under my father. I have often heard The poor old man complain that this his kinsman Neglected him.--But what a man! A man Of most exceeding virtue.
GETA. Much at one: Yourself and he you praise so much.
PHOR. Away!
Had I not thought him what I've spoken of him, I would not for his daughter's sake have drawn So many troubles on our family, Whom this old cuff now treats so scandalously.
GETA. What, still abuse my absent master, rascal!
PHOR. It is no more than he deserves.
GETA. How, villain!
DEM. Geta! (_Calling._)
GETA. Rogue, robber, pettifogger! (_To PHORMIO pretending not to hear DEMIPHO._)
DEM. Geta!
PHOR. Answer. (_Apart to GETA._)
GETA (_turning_). Who's that?--Oh!
DEM. Peace!
GETA. Behind your back All day without cessation has this knave Thrown scurvy terms upon you, such as none But men like him can merit.
DEM. Well! have done.
(_Putting GETA by, then addressing PHORMIO._) Young man! permit me first to ask one question.
And, if you please, vouchsafe to answer me.
--Who was this friend of yours? Explain! and how Might he pretend that I was his relation?
PHOR. So! you fish for't, as if you did not know. (_Sneeringly._)
DEM. Know! I!
PHOR. Aye; you.
DEM. Not I: You that maintain I ought, instruct me how to recollect.
PHOR. What! not acquainted with your cousin?
DEM. Plague!
Tell me his name.
PHOR. His name? aye!
DEM. Well, why don't you?
PHOR. Confusion! I've forgot the name. (_Apart._)
DEM. What say you?
PHOR. Geta, if you remember, prompt me.
(_Apart to GETA._)--Pshaw, I will not tell.--As if you did not know, You're come to try me. (_Loud to DEMIPHO._)
DEM. How! try you?
GETA. Stilpho. (_Whispering PHORMIO._)
PHOR. What is't to me?--Stilpho.
DEM. Whom say you?
