For, by my troth, I would trust nothing with you,
Neither to keep, nor be kept by you.—Hence!
Away!
Thais. Oh brave! the brother’s here! (Looking out.)
Chær. Confusion!
Let’s in, dear Thais! I’d not have him see me
Here in this dress.
Thais. Why so? Are you asham’d?
Chær. I am indeed.
Pyth. Indeed! asham’d! oh dear!