Gna. Then I, in return for this, Phaedria, and you, Chaerea, make him over to you[113] to be eaten and drunk to the dregs.
Chæ. Agreed.
Phæd. He quite deserves it.[114]
Gna. (calling to Thraso.) Thraso, whenever you please, step this way.
Thra. Prithee, how goes it?
Gna. How? Why, these people didn’t know you; after I had discovered to them your qualities, and had praised you as your actions and your virtues deserved, I prevailed upon them.
Thra. You have managed well; I give you my best thanks. Besides, I never was any where but what all were extremely fond of me.
Gna. (to Phædria and Chærea.) Didn’t I tell you that he was a master of the Attic elegance?
Phæd. He is no other than you mentioned. (Pointing to his Father’s house.) Walk this way. (To the Audience.) Fare you well, and grant us your applause.