Dorias. Upon my word, if you are prudent, you won’t know what you do know, either about the Eunuch or the girl’s misfortune. By this method you’ll both rid yourself of all perplexity, and have done a service to her.[92] Say this only, that Dorus has run away.
Pyth. I’ll do so.
Dorias. But don’t I see Chremes? Thais will be here just now.
Pyth. Why so?
Dorias. Because when I came away from there, a quarrel had just commenced between them.
Pyth. Take in these golden trinkets; I shall learn from him what’s the matter.
Dorias takes the casket into the house.
[ Scene VI.]
Enter Chremes, somewhat drunk.
Chrem. Heyday! upon my faith, I’ve been bamboozled: the wine that I’ve drunk has got the upper hand. But, so long as I was reclining, how extremely sober I did seem to myself to be; when I got up, neither feet nor senses were quite equal to their duty.