Grant me one favor that will pleasure me,
And grieve your husband’s sight?
Naus. With all my soul.
Phor. Ask me to supper!
Naus. I invite you.
Dem. In then!
Naus. We will. But where is Phædria, our judge?
Phor. He shall be with you.— (To the Audience.)
Farewell; Clap your hands!