And then, bethinking him of his ambassador and spokesman, he says to Milphio:—
“What are you about, Milphio?”
Milphio begins the attack thus:—
“My delight, my darling, my life, my pleasure, my little eye, my little lip, my health, my kiss, my honey, my heart, my sweet new milk, my nice little soft cheese.”
Agorastocles can’t stand this, and he can’t help speaking to himself:—
“Am I to endure these things being said in my presence? I am tortured, if I don’t order him off to the hangman.”
Milphio goes on:—
“Do not, I beseech you, be angry with my master. If I don’t—now I see you are angry—I am sure he will make you free.
“The Girl. Why won’t you let me go? What do you mean?
“Mil. If my master has formerly played false with you, ever after this he will be true to you.