Dorus. Oh! oh!
Phæd. (aside.) How in any other fashion to get decently out of this I don’t know; for really it’s all up with me. (Aloud, with pretended indignation.) Will you be trifling with me even here, you knave?
Follows Dorus into the house.
[ Scene V.]
Pythias and Dorias.
Pyth. I’m as certain that this is the contrivance of Parmeno as that I’m alive.
Dorias. So it is, no doubt.
Pyth. I’faith, I’ll find out a method to-day to be even with him. But now, what do you think ought to be done, Dorias?
Dorias. Do you mean with regard to this girl?
Pyth. Yes; whether I ought to mention it or be silent?