Chrem. Away!—who? I? afraid?—No mortal less.
Thais. Nay, you had need be stout at present, Chremes.
Chrem. Away!—who? I? afraid?—There is no man
Alive less so.
Thais. You’d need be stout at present.
Chrem. What kind of man d’ye take me for?
Thais. Consider,
He, whom you’ve now to cope with, is a stranger
Less powerful than you, less known, and less
Befriended here than you!