'Come, now, canst thou read my fate for a piece of gold?'
'I know thee.'
'Who am I?'
'He whom they call Chios the Greek, the Ephesian artist, and——'
'Go on, woman, do not fear!'
'The lover of Saronia.'
'Thou art mad.'
'No. Would that I had been born such!'
'How dost thou know my name?'
'Know thy name! I inquired for it after thou didst take away the slave girl Saronia, when she leant against the pillar outside the great theatre, waiting the bidding of her haughty mistress Nika. My curse rest on Nika!'