Geta alone.
The money's got for Phædria: all is hush'd: And Phanium is not to depart as yet. What more then? where will all this end at last? - Alas! you're sticking in the same mire still: You've only chang'd hands, Geta. The disaster That hung but now directly over you, Delay perhaps will bring more heavy on you. You're quite beset, unless you look about. - Now then I'll home; to lesson Phanium, That she mayn't stand in fear of Phormio, Nor dread this conf'rence with Nausistrata.
Exit.