Thra. What’s the matter?
Gna. How apt, how smart, how clever; nothing could be more excellent. Prithee, was this a saying of yours? I fancied it was an old one.
Thra. Did you ever hear it before?
Gna. Many a time; and it is mentioned among the first-rate ones.
Thra. It’s my own.
Gna. I’m sorry though that it was said to a thoughtless young man, and one of respectability.
Par. (apart.) May the Gods confound you!
Gna. Pray, what did he do?
Thra. Quite disconcerted. All who were present were dying with laughter; in short, they were all quite afraid of me.
Gna. Not without reason.