Par. Mark, what ease,
And being kept at other’s cost, produces!
Gnat. But hold, I must convey this girl to Thais,
And bid her forth to sup.—Ha, Parmeno!
Our rival’s slave, standing at Thais’ door!
—How melancholy he appears! All’s safe:
These poor rogues find but a cold welcome here.
I’ll play upon this knave. (Aside.)
Par. These fellows think
This present will make Thais all their own. (Aside.)