Bia. Nay, sweet.
Not for three days. Believe me, cousin!
Pha. Cousin!
Athene save us! See her now,—the plague!
Bia. By gentle Eros, Phania, we'll be kind.
I loved her once.
Pha. How tall she is!
Bia. Ay, moves
A very sylph!
[Sybaris comes on, lower right]
Syb. A fair day's greeting, friends!
Bia. We double it for thee.
Pha. My dearest Syb!
Do you turn snail, you keep your house so long?
Why, hours, I think!
Syb. Indeed!