Par. First, Sir, I’d have you think, for so it is,
Whatever has befall’n has not befall’n
Through any fault of mine.
Laches. What is’t?
Par. That’s true.
Your pardon, Sir, I should have told that first.
—Phædria lately bought a certain Eunuch
By way of present to this gentlewoman.
Laches. What gentlewoman, sirrah?
Par. Madam Thais.