Dem. See how strong the rascal is.
Phor. (calling aloud.) Nausistrata, I say.
Chrem. Will you not hold your tongue?
Phor. Hold my tongue?
Dem. (to Chremes, as they drag him along.) If he won’t follow, plant your fists in his stomach.
Phor. Or e’en gouge out an eye. The time’s coming when I shall have a full revenge on you.
[ Scene II.]
Enter Nausistrata, in haste, from the house.
Naus. Who calls my name?
Chrem. (in alarm.) Ha!