CHREM. Won't you be gone?--here, hark ye, Sir! d'ye know How matters stand with you?--if you attempt To raise a riot in this place to-day, I'll answer for it, that you shall remember This place, to-day, and me, your whole life-long. GNAT. I pity you: to make so great a man Your enemy! CHREM. Hence! or I'll break your head. GNAT. How's that, you hang-dog? Are you for that sport? THRA. Who are you, fellow?--what d'ye mean?--and what Have you to do with Pamphila? CHREM. I'll tell you, First, I declare, that she's a free-born woman! THRA. How? CHREM. And a citizen of Athens. THRA. Hui! CHREM. My sister. THRA. Impudence! CHREM. So, Captain, now I give you warning, offer her no force! --Thais, I'll now to Sophrona, the Nurse, And bring her here with me to see the proofs. THRA. And you prohibit me to touch my own? CHREM. Yes, I prohibit you. GNAT. D'ye hear? he owns The robbery himself. Isn't that sufficient? THRA. And, Thais, you maintain the same? THAIS. Ask those Who care to answer. (_Shuts down the window._) _Manent THRASO and GNATHO, etc._ THRA. What shall we do now? GNAT. Why--e'en go back again!--This harlot here Will soon be with you to request forgiveness. THRA. D'ye think so? GNAT. Aye, most certainly. I know The ways of women.--When you will, they won't; And when you won't, they're dying for you. THRA. True. GNAT. Shall I disband the army? THRA. When you will. GNAT. Sanga, as well becomes a brave militia, Take to your houses and firesides again. SAN. My mind was like a sop i' th' pan, long since. GNAT. Good fellow! SAN. To the right about there! march! (_Exit, with GNATHO and THRASO at the head of the troops._ [Changes: _Harper_ THRA. Is that a question, when you durst To bring a rival to my face? THAIS. And what Business have you with him? THRA. ----And then stole off In company with him? THAIS. It was my pleasure. THRA. Therefore, restore my Pamphila ... _Colman 1768_ THRA. Is that a question, when you brought Your lover to affront me to my face?-- THAIS. What business have you with him? THRA. ----And stole off In company with him? THAIS. It was my pleasure. THRA. Therefore, restore me Pamphila ...] ACT THE FIFTH. SCENE I. _THAIS and PYTHIAS._ THAIS. Still, still, you, baggage, will you shuffle with me? --"I know--I don't know--he's gone off--I've heard---- I was not present"--Be it what it may, Can't you inform me openly?--The Virgin, Her clothes all torn, in sullen silence weeps. The Eunuch's fled.--What means all this? and what Has happen'd?--Won't you answer me? PYTH. Alas! What can I answer you?--He was, they say, No Eunuch. THAIS. What then? PYTH. Chaerea. THAIS. Chaerea! What Chaerea? PYTH. Phaedria's younger brother. THAIS. How! What's that, hag? PYTH. I've discover'd it: I'm sure on't. THAIS. Why, what had he to do with us? or why Was he brought hither?