Thais. Were you in fear of my severity?
Chæ. No.
Thais. No? What then?
Chæ. (pointing at Pythias.) I was afraid of her, lest she might be accusing me to you.
Thais. What had you done?
Chæ. A mere trifle.
Pyth. Come now, a trifle, you impudent fellow. Does this appear a trifle to you, to ravish a virgin, a citizen?
Chæ. I took her for my fellow-servant.
Pyth. Fellow-servant? I can hardly restrain myself from flying at his hair. A miscreant! Even of his own free will he comes to make fun of us.
Thais, (to Pythias.) Won’t you begone from here, you mad woman?