Chrem. Confusion!
Naus. (to Chremes). Pray, my dear,
What’s this disturbance?
Phor. Dumb, old Truepenny!
Naus. Who is this man?—Why don’t you answer me? (To Chremes.)
Phor. He answer you! he’s hardly in his senses.
Chrem. Never believe him!
Phor. Do but go and touch him;
He’s in a shivering fit, I’ll lay my life.
Chrem. Nay——