Dorus. He did.
Phæd. And was he brought here instead of you?
Dorus. Yes.
Phæd. Great Jupiter! O wicked and audacious fellow!
Pyth. Woe unto me! Now at last will you believe that we have been insulted in a disgraceful manner?
Phæd. It is no wonder that you believe what the fellow says. (Aside.) What I’m to do I know not. (Aside to Dorus.) Hark you, deny it all again. (Aloud.) Can I not this day extract the truth from you? Did you really see my brother Chærea?
Dorus. No.
Phæd. He can’t be brought to confess without being punished, I see: follow me this way. At one moment he affirms, at another denies. (Aside.) Ask pardon of me.
Dorus. Indeed, I do entreat you, Phædria.
Phæd. (kicking him.) Be off in-doors.