Ready to die with laughing:—in a word,
They dreaded me.
Gnat. No wonder.
Thra. Harkye, Gnatho!
Thais, you know, suspects I love this girl.
Shall I acquit myself?
Gnat. On no account.
Rather increase her jealousy.
Thra. And why?
Gnat. Why?—do you ask?—as if you didn’t know!——