Par. Is it not most heinous? Who ever saw any one taken up as a ravisher in a courtesan’s house?
Pyth. I don’t know.
Par. But that you mayn’t be ignorant of this, Pythias, I tell you, and give you notice that he is my master’s son.
Pyth. How! Prithee, is it he?
Par. Don’t let Thais suffer any violence to be done to him. But why don’t I go in myself?
Pyth. Take care, Parmeno, what you are about, lest you both do him no good and come to harm yourself; for it is their notion, that whatever has happened, has originated in you.
Par. What then, wretch that I am, shall I do, or how resolve? But look, I see the old gentleman returning from the country; shall I tell him or shall I not? By my troth, I will tell him; although I am certain that a heavy punishment is in readiness for me; but it’s a matter of necessity, in order that he may rescue him.
Pyth. You are wise. I’m going in-doors; do you relate to him every thing exactly as it happened.
Goes into the house.