Gnat. To Parmeno, his lov’d and honor’d friend,
Gnatho sends greeting. (Ironically.)—What are you upon?
Par. My legs.
Gnat. I see it.—Is there nothing here
Displeasing to you?
Par. You.
Gnat. I do believe it.
But prithee, is there nothing else?
Par. Wherefore?
Gnat. Because you’re melancholy.