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As I am not equal to this, I should be still less so to the other.
GETA
This is doing nothing at all, Phaedria, let’s be gone; why do we waste our time here to no purpose. I shall be off.
if I assume an air, will that do? (He endeavors to assume another air.)
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GETA
You are trifling.
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ANTIPHO
Look at my countenance—there’s for you. (Assuming a different air.) Will that do?
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ANTIPHO
Well, will this? (Assuming another air.)
ANTIPHO
Well then, this? (Assuming a still bolder air.)
GETA
That’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.
GETA
Say 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?
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ANTIPHO
’Tis he himself. I can not stand it. (Going.)
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GETA
Oh! What are you about? Whither are you going, Antipho? Stop, I tell you.
ANTIPHO
I know my own self and my offense; to your management I trust Phanium and my own existence. (Exit hastily.)
PHAEDRIA
Geta, what’s to be done now?
GETA
You will just hear some harsh language:
