And judge for himself: I’ll press him to do so: ’twere best, and then
He’ll dine with us after all, & I shall dine much better
Myself, I must confess, when I know my money is safe.
[Exit into Menedemus’ garden.
Enter Philolaches and Pamphilus disguised as Persians.
PHILOLACHES.
Now don’t you think we are unmistakable Persians, eh?
PAMPHILUS.
The essence of Central Asia: I shouldn’t fear to meet
The shade of Themistocles.