Phæd. I will.
Exit.
Dori. Good lack! so strange a thing I never heard.
Pyth. I’ve heard, that they lov’d women mightily
But could do nothing; yet I never thought on’t:
For if I had, I’d have confin’d him close
In some by-place, nor trusted the girl to him.
[ SCENE IV.]
Re-enter Phædria, with Dorus the Eunuch, in Chærea’s clothes.
Phæd. Out, rascal, out!—What are you resty, Sirrah?