Well, why don't you speak? _Phor._ [_aside_]. By George! I'm in a box! I have forgotten the name. _Dem._ What's that you say? _Phor._ [_aside in a whisper to Geta_]. Say, Geta, if you remember that name we heard the other day, tell it to me. [_Then determining to bluff it out, he turns to Demipho_]. No, I won't tell you the name. You are trying to pump me, as if you didn't know it already. _Dem._ [_angrily_]. I pump you? _Ge._ [_whispering_]. It's Stilpho. _Phor._ [_to Demipho_]. And yet what do I care? It's Stilpho. _Dem._ Who? _Phor._ [_shouting it at him_]. Stilpho, I say. Did you know him? _Dem._ No, I didn't, And I never had a relative of that name. _Phor._ No? Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Now if he had left a matter of ten talents-- _Dem._ Confound your impudence! _Phor._ You would be the first to come forward, with a very good memory, and trace your connection with him for generations back. _Dem._ Well, have it as you say. Then when I had come into court. I should have told just how she was related to me. Now you do the same. Come, how is she related to me? _Phor._ I have already explained that to those who had a right to ask--the judges. If my statement was false then, why didn't your son refute it? _Dem._ Don't mention my son to me! I can't possibly express my disgust at his folly. _Phor._ Then do you, who are so wise, go before the magistrates and ask them to reopen the case. [_This, according to the law of Athens, was impossible._] Demipho has twice been completely beaten in a war of words--once by Geta and now by Phormio. He chokes down his rage as best he can, and now makes a proposition to his enemy. He is still too angry to express himself very connectedly. _Dem._ Although I have been outraged in this business, still, rather than have a quarrel with such as you, just as if she were related to me, since the law bids to give her a dowry, take her away from here, and make it _fui minæ_. _Phor._ Ho! ho! ho! Well, you _are_ a cheerful idiot! _Dem._ What's the matter? Have I asked anything wrong? Or can't I get even what is my legal right? _Phor._ Well, really now, I should like to ask you, when you have once married a girl, does the law bid you then to give her some money and send her packing? On the contrary, it is for the very purpose that a citizen of Athens may not come to shame on account of her poverty, that her next of kin is bidden to take her to wife. And this purpose you are attempting to thwart. _Dem._ Yes, that's just it--"her next of kin." But where do I come in on that score? _Phor._ O pshaw! don't thresh over old straw. _Dem._ Sha'n't I? I vow I shall not stop until I have accomplished my ends. After further badgering and bear-baiting on the part of Phormio, Demipho finally falls back upon his dogged determination as before, and gives his ultimatum: