Scene III

Enter Geta.

Geta (to Sostrata within). Madam, I’m going to look after them,

That they may call the bride immediately.

—But here is Demea. Save you!

Dem. Oh! your name?

Geta. Geta, Sir.

Dem. Geta, I this day have found you

To be a fellow of uncommon worth:

For sure that servant’s faith is well approv’d

Who holds his master’s interest at heart,

As I perceiv’d that you did, Geta! wherefore,

Soon as occasion offers, I’ll reward you.

—I am endeavoring to be affable,

And not without success. (Aside.)

Geta. ’Tis kind in you

To think of your poor slave, Sir.

Dem. (aside.) First of all

I court the mob, and win them by degrees.