t suppose
A very deity?

GETA. The old man's here.
Mind what you do! the first attack's the fiercest:
Sustain but that, the rest will be mere play. (_They retire._)

[Changes:

_Harper_
In those mere labor lost. Thus other men
_Colman 1768_
In these mere labor lost. Thus other men]

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 Gods!
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