Chr. (aside). Why, who in the name of wonder are these queer foreigners?
Ph. Liertos tulvo.
Chr.Sir, I do not understand you.
Pam. (to Phil, aside). Tell him we want Menedemus, and get him out of the way.
—Mefarim burne sin menedemus ryneas.
Ph. The prince salutes my lord, and asks if here in the earth
Are the thresholds of lord Menedemus.
Chr.Ah, you speak our tongue.
’Tis well. This is his house. What would you with him?
Pam. (to Phil.).Heavens!