Thais. Go, find some one to answer you.
She and Chremes go away from the window.
Thra. (to Gnatho.) What are we to do now?
Gna. Why, go back again: she’ll soon be with you, of her own accord, to entreat forgiveness.
Thra. Do you think so?
Gna. Certainly, yes. I know the disposition of women: when you will, they won’t; when you won’t, they set their hearts upon you of their own inclination.
Thra. You judge right.
Gna. Shall I dismiss the army then?
Thra. Whenever you like.
Gna. Sanga, as befits gallant soldiers,[101] take care in your turn to remember your homes and hearths.