Enter Thraso and Gnatho.
Gna. (to Thraso.) Well now? With what hope, or what design, are we come hither? What do you intend to do, Thraso?
Thra. What, I? To surrender myself to Thais, and do what she bids me.
Gna. What is it you say?
Thra. Why any the less so, than Hercules served Omphale.[109]
Gna. The precedent pleases me. (Aside.) I only wish I may see your head stroked down with a slipper;[110] but her door makes a noise.
Thra. Confusion! Why, what mischief’s this? I never saw this person before; why, I wonder, is he rushing out in such a hurry?
They stand aside.
[ Scene IX.]
Enter Chærea from the house of Thais, on the other side of the stage.