PHÆD. Can I not prevail on you to wait for only three days? Whither are you going now? DOR. I was wondering if you had any thing new to offer. ANT. (_apart, to GETA._) I’m afraid for this Procurer, lest---- GETA (_apart, to ANTIPHO._) Something may befall his own safety.[59] PHÆD. You don’t believe me? DOR. You guess right. PHÆD. But if I pledge my word. DOR. Nonsense! PHÆD. You will have reason to say that this kindness was well laid out by you on interest. DOR. Stuff! PHÆD. Believe me, you will be glad you did so; upon my faith, it is the truth. DOR. {Mere} dreams! PHÆD. Do but try; the time is not long. DOR. The same story over again. PHÆD. You {will be} my kinsman, my father, my friend; you---- DOR. Now, do prate on. PHÆD. For you to be of a disposition so harsh and inexorable, that neither by pity nor by entreaties can you be softened! DOR. For you to be of a disposition so unreasonable and so unconscionable, Phædria, that you can be talking me over with fine words,[60] and be for amusing yourself with what’s my property for nothing! ANT. (_apart, to GETA._) I am sorry for him. PHÆD. (_aside._) Alas! I feel it to be too true. GETA (_apart, to ANTIPHO._) How well each keeps up to his character! PHÆD. (_to himself._) And would that this misfortune had not befallen me at a time when Antipho was occupied with other cares as well. ANT. (_coming forward._) Ah Phædria, why, what is the matter? PHÆD. O most fortunate Antipho! ANT. What, I? PHÆD. To have in your possession the object of your love, and have no occasion to encounter such a nuisance as this. ANT. What I, in my possession? Why yes, as the saying is, I’ve got a wolf by the ears;[61] for I neither know how to get rid of her, nor yet how to keep her. DOR. That’s just my case with regard to him (_pointing to PHÆDRIA_). ANT. (_to DORIO._) Aye, aye, don’t you show too little of the Procurer. (_To PHÆDRIA._) What has he been doing? PHÆD. What, he? Acting the part of a most inhuman fellow; been and sold my Pamphila. GETA. What! Sold her? ANT. Sold her, say you? PHÆD. Sold her. DOR. (_ironically._) What a shocking crime-- a wench bought with one’s own money! PHÆD. I can not prevail upon him to wait for me the next three days, and {so far} break off the bargain with the person, while I get the money from my friends, which has been promised {me}; if I don’t give it him then, let him not wait a single hour longer. DOR. Very good. ANT. It’s not a long time that he asks, Dorio; do let him prevail upon you; he’ll pay you two-fold for having acted to him thus obligingly. DOR. {Mere} words! ANT. Will you allow Pamphila to be carried away from this place? {And} then, besides, can you possibly allow their love to be severed asunder? DOR. Neither I nor you {cause that}. GETA. May all the Gods grant you what you are deserving of!