Lach. Aye.
Phid. They never mind the Gods,
Nor do I think the Gods mind them.
Bacch. Here are
My waiting-women: take them, and extort
By any kind of torment the truth from them.
—Our present business is, I take it, this:
That I should win the wife of Pamphilus
To return home; which so I but effect,
I sha’n’t regret the same of having done