Chrem. What d’ye mean?
Mene. Nay, do but hear. I have
A private snug apartment, a back room,
Whither a bed was brought and made.
Chrem. What then?
Mene. No sooner done, than in went Clitipho.
Chrem. Alone?
Mene. Alone.
Chrem. I tremble.
Mene. Bacchis follow’d.