Slip in by the back way, sweet friend!
Eunapius.
Fie upon you! Am I in the humour for folly——
The Woman.
You shall soon be in the humour. Come, fair Eunapius; I had a consignment of fresh doves the day before yesterday——
Eunapius.
Oh sinful world! [Tries to pass.] Make room, there, in Satan’s name; let me pass!
Hekebolius.
[Clad for a journey, and followed by a couple of laden slaves, comes from a side-street.] Has the town turned into a madhouse? Everyone seeks to out-bellow his neighbour, and no one can tell me what is astir. Aha,—Eunapius, my pious brother!
Eunapius.