Thais. Ha! Parmeno; well done; just going out for the day.
Par. Where?
Thais, (aside, pointing at Thraso.) Why! don’t you see him?
Par. (aside.) I see him, and I’m sorry for it. (Aloud.) Phædria’s presents are ready for you when you please.
Thra. (impatiently.) Why are we to stand here? Why don’t we be off?
Par. (to Thraso.) Troth now, pray, do let us, with your leave, present to her the things we intend, and accost and speak to her.
Thra. (ironically.) Very fine presents, I suppose, or at least equal to mine.
Par. The fact will prove itself. (Goes to the door of Laches’ house and calls.) Ho there! bid those people come out of doors at once, as I ordered.
Enter from the house a Black Girl.
Par. Do you step forward this way, (To Thais.) She comes all the way from Æthiopia.