Thra. Just so his line of battle Pyrrhus form’d.
Chremes and Thais appear above at a window.
Chrem. D’ye see, my Thais, what he is about?
To bar and bolt the doors was good advice.
Thais. Tut, man! you fool, that seems so mighty brave,
Is a mere coward. Do not be afraid!
Thra. What were best? (To Gnatho.)
Gnat. Troth, I wish you had a sling:
That you from far in ambush might attack them!
They’d soon fly then, I warrant you.