Thra. (starting.) Ha!
Chrem. A citizen of Attica.
Thra. Whew!
Chrem. My own sister.
Thra. Brazen face!
Chrem. Now, therefore, Captain, I give you warning; don’t you use any violence toward her. Thais, I’m going to Sophrona, the nurse, that I may bring her here and show her these tokens.
Thra. What! Are you to prevent me from touching what’s my own?
Chrem. I will prevent it, I tell you.
Gna. (to Thraso.) Do you hear him? He is convicting himself of theft. Is not that enough for you?
Thra. Do you say the same, Thais?