Gna. Ha! What are you about? Hold your tongue.
Thra. What do you mean? Am I not to touch my own?
Chrem. Your own, indeed, you gallows-bird![100]
Gna. (to Chremes.) Have a care, if you please. You don’t know what kind of man you are abusing now.
Chrem. (to Gnatho.) Won’t you be off from here? Do you know how matters stand with you? If you cause any disturbance here to-day, I’ll make you remember the place, and day, and me too, for the rest of your life.
Gna. I pity you, who are making so great a man as this your enemy.
Chrem. I’ll break your head this instant if you are not off.
Gna. Do you really say so, puppy? Is it that you are at?
Thra. (to Chremes.) What fellow are you? What do you mean? What business have you with her?
Chrem. I’ll let you know: in the first place, I assert that she is a freeborn woman.