YOUTH. Ah! he is playing the gallant, he is fondling your breasts, and thinks I do not see it.
OLD WOMAN. Oh! no, by Aphrodité, no, you naughty jealous fellow.
CHREMYLUS. Oh! most certainly not, by Hecaté![800] Verily and indeed I would need to be mad! But, young man, I cannot forgive you, if you cast off this beautiful child.
YOUTH. Why, I adore her.
CHREMYLUS. But nevertheless she accuses you …
YOUTH. Accuses me of what?
CHREMYLUS. … of having told her insolently, "Once upon a time the
Milesians were brave."
YOUTH. Oh! I shall not dispute with you about her.
CHREMYLUS. Why not?
YOUTH. Out of respect for your age; with anyone but you, I should not be so easy; come, take the girl and be happy.