PHORMIO. 337.

“Well, I don’t mind so much. I will give him ime
fifty pounds.”

Geta went on with his report: ‘Then I have a
house mortgaged for so much more.”

Dem. “That is too much.”

Chremes. “Hush! He may look to me for this
fifty.”

Geta continued: “ My wife must have a maid. I
shall want a little more furniture. Then the mar-
“riage expenses will be something. . Suppose we say
fifty pounds more.” —

Dem. “The scoundrel! Let him do his worst!”
- Chr. “Do be quiet. If only Antipho marries the
girl that you and I mean for him, it will be well.
I’ll pay this fifty, too. Happily I have some money of
my wife’s in hand. I'll tell her that you wanted it.” _

Unluckily Antipho had overheard the dialogue,
and was furious at the thought that he was to be
robbed of his wife. No sooner had the old gentle-
man disappeared than he rushed at Geta, and struck
him. The slave had no little difficulty in pacifying
him. “It’s only a scheme for getting the old men’s
money,” he said. “The marriage will never come
off; of that you may rest assured.” With this assur-
‘ance Antipho had to be content.

While this was going on a mutual recognition had
taken place. Phanium’s nurse, Sophrona, had heard
of Demipho’s indignation at his son’s marriage with
her charge, and was terribly alarmed at the prospect