Gna. Why, faith, no person, I’m quite sure of that, could possibly put up with him, who had the means to get another.
Par. You hold your tongue—a fellow whom I consider beneath all men of the very lowest grade: for when you can bring yourself to flatter that fellow (pointing at Thraso), I do believe you could pick your victuals out of the very flames.[72]
Thra. Are we to go now?
Thais. I’ll take these in-doors first (pointing to Chærea and the Æthiopian), and at the same time I’ll order what I wish; after that I’ll return immediately.
Goes into the house with Pythias, Chærea, and the Slave.
Thra. (to Gnatho.) I shall be off. Do you wait for her.
Par. It is not a proper thing for a general to be walking in the street with a mistress.
Thra. Why should I use many words with you? You are the very ape of your master.
Exit Parmeno.
Gna. (laughing.) Ha, ha, ha!