Naus. Pray, how can I believe him, when he has told me nothing?
Phor. The poor creature is distracted from fright.
Naus. It isn’t for nothing, i’ faith, that you are in such a fright.
Chrem. What, I in a fright?
Phor. (to Chremes.) All right, of course: since you are not in a fright at all, and this is nothing at all that I’m going to tell, do you relate it.
Dem. Villain, is he to relate it at your request?
Phor. (to Demipho.) Come now, you’ve managed nicely for your brother.
Naus. My husband, will you not tell me?
Chrem. But—
Naus. But what?