Thra. (contemptuously.) Here are some three minæ in value.
Gna. Hardly so much.
Par. Where are you, Dorus? Step this way.
Enter Chærea from the house, dressed like the Eunuch.
Par. There’s a Eunuch for you—of what a genteel appearance! of what a prime age!
Thais. God bless me, he’s handsome.
Par. What say you, Gnatho? Do you see any thing to find fault with? And what say you, Thraso? (Aside.) They hold their tongues; they praise him sufficiently thereby. (To Thais.) Make trial of him in literature, try him in exercises,[70] and in music; I’ll warrant him well skilled in what it becomes a gentleman to know.
Thra. That Eunuch, if occasion served,[71] even in my sober senses, I—
Par. And he who has sent these things makes no request that you will live for him alone, and that for his own sake others may be excluded; he neither tells of battles nor shows his scars, nor does he restrict you as (looking at Thraso) a certain person does; but when it is not inconvenient, whenever you think fit, whenever you have the time, he is satisfied to be admitted.
Thra. (to Gnatho, contemptuously.) It appears that this is the servant of some beggarly, wretched master.