Gnat. Why—e’en go back again!—This harlot here
Will soon be with you to request forgiveness.
Thra. D’ye think so?
Gnat. Aye, most certainly. I know
The ways of women.—When you will, they won’t;
And when you won’t, they’re dying for you.
Thra. True.
Gnat. Shall I disband the army?
Thra. When you will.
Gnat. Sanga, as well becomes a brave militia,