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business have you with her?

CHREM. I'll let you know: in the first place, I assert that she is a
freeborn woman.

THRA. (_starting._) Ha!

CHREM. A citizen of Attica.

THRA. Whew!

CHREM. My own sister.

THRA. Brazen face!

CHREM. Now, therefore, Captain, I give you warning; don't you use any
violence toward her. Thais, I'm going to Sophrona, the nurse, that I
may bring her here and show her these tokens.

THRA. What! Are you to prevent me from touching what's my own?

CHREM. I will prevent it, I tell you.

GNA. (_to THRASO._) Do you hear him? He is convicting himself of
theft. Is not that enough for you?

THRA. Do you say the same, Thais?

THAIS. Go, find some one to answer you. (_She and CHREMES go away from
the window._)

THRA. (_to GNATHO._) What are we to do now?

GNA. Why, go back again: she'll soon be with you, of her own accord,
to entreat forgiveness.

THRA. Do you think so?

GNA. Certainly, yes. I know the disposition of women: when you will,
they won't; when you won't, they set their hearts upon you of their
own inclination.

THRA. You judge right.

GNA. Shall I dismiss the army then?

THRA. Whenever you like.

GNA. Sanga, as befits gallant soldiers,[101] take care in your turn to
remember your homes and hearths.

SAN. My thoughts have been for some time among the sauce-pans.

GNA. You are a worthy fellow.

THRA. (_putting himself at their head._) You follow me this way.

(_Exeunt omnes._

ACT THE FIFTH.

SCENE I.

_Enter THAIS from her house, followed by PYTHIAS._

THAIS. What! do you persist, hussy, in talking ambiguously to me? "I
do know;" "I don't know;" "he has gone off;" "I have heard;" "I wasn't
there." Don't you mean to tell me plainly, whatever it is? The girl in
tears, with her garments torn, is mute; the Eunuch is off: for what
reason? What has happened? Won't you speak?

PYTH. Wretch that I am, what am I to say to you? They declare that he
was not a Eunuch.

THAIS. What was he then?

PYTH. That Chaerea.

THAIS. What Chaerea?

PYTH. That stripling, the brother of Phaedria.

THAIS. What's that you say, you hag?

PYTH. And I am satisfied of it.

THAIS. Pray, what business had he at my house? What brought him there?

PYTH. I don't know; unless, as I suppose, he was in love with
Pamphila.

THAIS. Alas! to my confusion, unhappy woman that I am, I'm undone, if
what you tell me is true. Is it about this that the girl is crying?

PYTH.