DEM. Well now, have done. (_Addressing PHORMIO._) Young man, in the first place, with your good leave, I ask you this, if you may possibly be pleased to give me an answer: explain to me who this friend of yours was, that you speak of, and how he said that he was related to me. PHOR. (_sneeringly._) You are fishing it out, just as if you didn’t know. DEM. I, know? PHOR. Yes. DEM. I say I do not; you, who affirm it, recall it to my recollection. PHOR. Come now, didn’t you know your own cousin-german? DEM. You torture me to death; tell me his name. PHOR. His name? DEM. Of course. (_PHORMIO hesitates._) Why are you silent now? PHOR. (_aside._) Heavens, I’m undone; I’ve forgot the name. DEM. Well, what do you say? PHOR. (_aside, to GETA._) Geta, if you recollect the {name} I told you a short time since, prompt me. (_Aloud, to DEMIPHO._) Well then, I sha’n’t tell you; as if you didn’t know, you come to pump me. DEM. I, come to pump you, indeed? GETA. (_whispering to PHORMIO._) Stilpho. PHOR. But, after all, what matters that to me? It is Stilpho. DEM. Whom did you say? PHOR. Stilpho, I tell you; you knew him. DEM. I neither know him, nor had I ever any relation of that name. PHOR. Say you so? Are you not ashamed of this? But if he had left you ten talents---- DEM. May the Gods confound you! PHOR. You’d have been the first, from memory, to trace your line of kindred, even as far back as from grandfather and great-grandfather. DEM. Very likely what you say. In that case, when I had undertaken it, I should have shown how she was related to me; do you do the same: tell me, how is she related to me? GETA. Well done, my {master}, that’s right! (_Threateningly to PHORMIO._) Hark you, take you care. PHOR. I’ve already made the matter quite plain where I ought, before the judges; besides, if it was untrue, why didn’t your son disprove it? DEM. Do you talk about my son to me? Of whose folly there is no speaking in the language it deserves. PHOR. Then do you, who are so wise, go to the magistrates, that for you they may give a second decision in the same cause, since you reign alone[54] {here}, and are the only man allowed to get a second trial in the same cause. DEM. Although wrong has been done me, still, however, rather than engage in litigation, or listen to you, just as though she had been my relation, {as} the law orders one to find her a portion, rid me of her, {and} take five minæ. PHOR. (_laughing._) Ha, ha, ha! a pleasant individual! DEM. Well! am I asking any thing unfair? Or am I not to obtain even this, which is my right at common law? PHOR. Pray, really is it so, that when you have abused her like a courtesan, the law orders you to pay her hire and pack her off? Or {is it} the fact, that in order that a citizen may bring no disgrace upon herself through poverty, she has been ordered to be given to her nearest relative, to pass her life with him alone? {A thing} which you mean to prevent.