Chrem. Won’t you be rul’d, nor understand me then?
Dem. What can I understand from nothing?
Chrem. Still? (Impatiently.)
Naus. I can’t imagine what this means.
Dem. Nor I.
Chrem. Would you know all?—Why then, so help me Heaven,
She has no nearer kindred in the world
Than you and I.
Dem. Oh, all ye powers of heaven!
—Let us go to her then immediately: