Ant. Really, I should very much have liked to see that impudent face of yours just then, and what figure a great donkey like you made, holding a fan!
Chæ. (continuing.) Hardly had she said this, when all, in a moment, betook themselves off: away they went to bathe, and chattered aloud;[83] just as the way is when masters are absent. Meanwhile, sleep overtook the damsel; I slily looked askance[84] through the fan;[85] this way (showing how): at the same time I looked round in all directions, to see whether all was quite safe. I saw that it was. I bolted the door.
Ant. What then?
Chæ. Eh? What then, you simpleton?
Ant. I own I am.
Chæ. Was I to let slip the opportunity offered me, so excellent, so short-lived,[86] so longed for, so unexpected. In that case, i’faith, I really should have been the person I was pretending to be.
Ant. Troth, you certainly are in the right; but, meantime, what has been arranged about the club-entertainment?
Chæ. All’s ready.
Ant. You are a clever band; but where? At your house?
Chæ. No, at Discus’s, our freedman.