Phormio · 161 BC
Act III, Scene IV
Translated by Henry Thomas Riley (1853)
ANTIPHO and GETA.
ANT. (coming forward.) Geta.
GETA. Well.
ANT. What have you been doing?
GETA. Diddling the old fellows out of their money.
ANT. Is that quite the thing?
GETA. I’ faith, I don’t know: it’s just what I was told to do.
ANT. How now, whip-scoundrel, do you give me an answer to what I don’t ask you? (Kicks him.)
GETA. What was it then that you did ask?
ANT. What was it I did ask? Through your agency, matters have most undoubtedly come to the pass that I may go hang myself. May then all the Gods, Goddesses, Deities above and below, with every evil confound you! Look now, if you wish any thing to succeed, intrust it to him who may bring you from smooth water on to a rock. What was there less advantageous than to touch upon this sore, or to name my wife? Hopes have been excited in my father that she may possibly be got rid of. Pray now, tell me, suppose Phormio receives the portion, she must be taken home by him as his wife: what’s to become of me?
GETA. But he’s not going to marry her.
ANT. I know that. But (ironically) when they demand the money back, of course, for our sake, he’ll prefer going to prison.
GETA. There is nothing, Antipho, but what it may be made worse by being badly told: you leave out what is good, and you mention the bad. Now then, hear the other side: if he receives the money, she must be taken as his wife, you say; I grant you; still, some time at least will be allowed for preparing for the nuptials, for inviting, and for sacrificing. In the mean time, Phædria’s friends will advance what they have promised; out of that he will repay it.
ANT. On what grounds? Or what will he say?
GETA. Do you ask the question? “How many circumstances, since then, have befallen me as prodigies? A strange black dog entered the house; a snake came down from the tiles through the sky-light; a hen crowed; the soothsayer forbade it; the diviner warned me not: besides, before winter there is no sufficient reason for me to commence upon any new undertaking.” This will be the case.
ANT. I only wish it may be the case.
GETA. It shall be the case; trust me for that. Your father’s coming out; go tell Phædria that the money is found.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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