manner?

PHAED. It is no wonder that you believe what the fellow says.
(_Aside._) What I'm to do I know not. (_Aside to DORUS._) Hark you,
deny {it all} again. (_Aloud._) Can I not this day extract the truth
from you? Did you {really} see my brother Chaerea?

DORUS. No.

PHAED. He can't be brought to confess without being punished, I see:
follow me this way. At one moment he affirms, at another denies.
(_Aside._) Ask pardon of me.

DORUS. Indeed, I do entreat you, Phaedria.

PHAED. (_kicking him._) Be off in-doors.

DORUS. Oh! oh!

PHAED. (_aside._) How in any other fashion to get decently out of this
I don't know; for really it's all up {with me}. (_Aloud, with
pretended indignation._) Will you be trifling with me even here, you
knave? (_Follows DORUS into the house._)

SCENE V.

_PYTHIAS and DORIAS._

PYTH. I'm as certain that this is the contrivance of Parmeno as that
I'm alive.

DORIAS. So it is, {no doubt}.

PYTH. I'faith, I'll find out a method to-day to be even with him. But
now, what do you think ought to be done, Dorias?

DORIAS. Do you mean with regard to this girl?

PYTH. Yes; whether I ought to mention it or be silent?

DORIAS. Upon my word, if you are prudent, you won't know what you do
know, either about the Eunuch or the girl's misfortune. By this method
you'll both rid yourself of all perplexity, and have done a service to
her.[92] Say this only, that Dorus has run away.

PYTH. I'll do so.

DORIAS. But don't I see Chremes? Thais will be here just now.

PYTH. Why so?

DORIAS. Because when I came away from there, a quarrel had just
commenced between them.

PYTH. Take in these golden {trinkets}; I shall learn from him what's
the matter. (_DORIAS takes the casket into the house._)

SCENE VI.

_Enter CHREMES, somewhat drunk._

CHREM. Heyday! upon my faith, I've been bamboozled: the wine that I've
drunk has got the upper hand. But, so long as I was reclining, how
extremely sober I did seem to myself to be; when I got up, neither
feet nor senses were quite equal to their duty.

PYTH. Chremes!

CHREM. (_turning round._) Who's that? What, Pythias; dear me, how much
more charming you now seem to me than a short time since!

PYTH. Troth now, you are much more merry, that's certain.

CHREM. Upon my faith, it is a true saying, that "Venus grows cold
without Ceres and Bacchus." But has Thais got here long before me?

PYTH. Has she already come away from the Captain's?