Naus. My husband, pray what means this disturbance?
Phor. (to Chremes.) Oh, oh, why are you mute now?
Naus. Who is this man? Won’t you answer me?
Phor. What, he to answer you? who, upon my faith, doesn’t know where he is.
Chrem. (to Nausistrata.) Take care how you believe that fellow in any thing.
Phor. (to Nausistrata.) Go, touch him; if he isn’t in a cold sweat all over, why then kill me.
Chrem. ’Tis nothing at all.
Naus. What is it, then, that this person is talking about?
Phor. You shall know directly; listen now.
Chrem. Are you resolved to believe him?