You choose to see her carried off by force.
Chrem. She restore Pamphila to you? Or you
Attempt to touch her, rascal?
Gnat. Ah, beware!
Peace, peace, young gentleman!
Thra. (to Chrem.) What is’t you mean?
Shall I not touch my own?
Chrem. Your own, you scoundrel?
Gnat. Take heed! you know not whom you rail at thus.
Chrem. Won’t you be gone?—here, hark ye, Sir! d’ye know