Phæd. (apart.) I dread what this may be.
Pyth. Besides, too, the villain, after he had abused the girl, rent all the poor thing’s clothes, and tore her hair as well.
Phæd. (apart, in surprise.) Ha!
Pyth. If he were just now in my reach, how eagerly would I fly at that villain’s eyes with my nails!
Phæd. (apart.) Really I can’t imagine what disturbance has happened to us at home in my absence. I’ll accost them. (Going up to them.) What’s the matter? Why in such haste? Or whom are you looking for, Pythias?
Pyth. Why, Phædria, whom should I be looking for? Away with you, as you deserve, with such fine presents of yours.
Phæd. What is the matter?
Pyth. What, do you ask? The Eunuch you gave us, what confusion he has caused. He has ravished the girl whom the Captain made present of to my mistress.
Phæd. What is it you say?
Pyth. I’m ruined outright!