Phæd. How did you know he was my brother?
Dorus. Parmeno said he was. He gave me these clothes.
Phæd. I’m undone!
Dorus. He himself put on mine; afterward, they both went out together.
Pyth. Now are you quite satisfied that I am sober, and that we have told you no falsehood? Is it now sufficiently evident that the girl has been ravished?
Phæd. Avaunt, you beast, do you believe what he says?
Pyth. What is there to believe? The thing speaks for itself.
Phæd. (apart to Dorus.) Step aside a little this way. Do you hear? (Dorus steps aside.) A little further still. That will do. Now tell me this once more; did Chærea take your clothes off you?
Dorus. He did.
Phæd. And did he put them on?