Naus. But what means he then?
Phor. I’ll tell you, madam;
Do but attend!
Chrem. Will you believe him then?
Naus. What is there to believe, when he says nothing?
Phor. Poor man! his fear deprives him of his wits.
Naus. (to Chremes). I’m sure you’re not so much afraid
for nothing.
Chrem. What! I afraid? (Endeavoring to take heart.)
Phor. Oh, not at all!—And since