Par. The mighty Captain Thraso, Phædria’s rival.
Chær. Alas, poor brother!
Par. Aye, and if you knew
The gift he sends to be compar’d with this,
You’d cry alas, indeed!
Chær. What is his gift?
Par. An Eunuch.
Chær. What! that old and ugly slave
That he bought yesterday?
Par. The very same.