Par. So then, it seems, for very love, poor soul,
You shut the door in ’s teeth.
Thais. Ah Parmeno!
Is’t thus you deal with me? Go to!—But hear
Why I did call you hither?
Phæd. Be it so.
Thais. But tell me first, can yon slave hold his peace?
Pam. I? oh most faithfully: But hark ye, madam!
On this condition do I bind my faith:
The truths I hear, I will conceal; but falsehood,