he's bringing her up on the quiet. _Chr._ I'm buried. _Pho._ And these very things I'll tell his real wife. _Chr._ Good gracious, don't do that! _Pho._ Oho! You were the man, were you, Chremes? _Dem._ [_in a rage_]. How the villain gammons us! _Chr._ You may go. _Pho._ The deuce you say! _Chr._ Why, what do you mean? We are willing that you should keep the money. _Pho._ Yes, I see. But what, a plague! do _you_ mean? Do you think you can guy me by changing your minds like a pair of silly boys? "I won't, I will--I will, I won't, again--take it, give it back--what's said is unsaid--what's been agreed on is no go"--that's your style. [_He turns to go away_]. _Chr._ [_apart_]. How in the world did he find that out? _Dem._ I don't know, but I'm sure I never told any one. _Chr._ Lord! it seems like a judgment on me! _Pho._ [_gleefully, aside_]. I've put a spoke in their wheel! _Dem._ [_aside_]. See here, Chremes, shall we let this rascal cheat us out of our money and laugh in our faces besides? I'd rather die first. Now make up your mind to be manly and resolute. You see that your secret is out, and that you can't keep it from your wife any longer. Now what she is bound to learn from others it will be much better for her to hear from your own lips. And then we will have the whip hand of this dirty fellow. _Pho._ [_overhearing these words, aside_]. Tut! tut! Unless I look out, I'll be in a hole. They're coming at me hard. _Chr._ But I am afraid that she will never forgive me. _Dem._ O, cheer up, man. I'll make you solid with her again, more especially since the mother of this girl is dead and gone. _Pho._ Is _that_ your game? I tell you, Demipho, it's not a bit to your brother's advantage that you are stirring me up. [_To Chremes_]. Look here, you! When you have followed your own devices abroad, and haven't thought enough of your own wife to keep you from sinning most outrageously against her, do you expect to come home and make it all up with a few tears? I tell you, I'll make her so hot against you that you can't put out her wrath, not if you dissolve in tears. _Dem._ Confound the fellow! Was ever a man treated so outrageously? _Chr._ [_all in a tremble_]. I'm so rattled that I don't know what to do with the fellow. _Dem._ [_grasping Phormio's collar_]. Well _I_ do. We'll go straight to court. _Pho._ To court, is it? [_Dragging off toward Chremes' house_]. This way, if you please. _Dem._ [_hurrying toward his own house_]. Chremes, you catch him and hold him, while I call my slaves out. _Chr._ [_holding off_]. I can't do it alone; you come here and help. Demipho comes back and lays hold of Phormio, and all engage in a violent struggle mingled with angry words and blows. Phormio is getting the worst of it, when he says: