DORIAS. Ruined outright! Prithee, my dear, I never did so much as hear of a deed so abominable! PYTH. Why, faith, I had heard that they were extremely fond of the women, but were incapable; unfortunately {what has happened} never came into my mind; otherwise I should have shut him up somewhere, and not have intrusted the girl to him. SCENE IV. _Enter PHÆDRIA from the house of LACHES, with DORUS in CHÆREA’S clothes._ PHÆD. (_dragging him out._) Come out, you villain! What, do you lag behind, you runaway? Out with you, you sorry bargain! DORUS (_crying out._) Mercy, I do entreat you! PHÆD. Oh, do look at that! How the villain distorts his face. What means your coming back hither? Why this change of dress? What have you to say? If I had delayed a moment, Pythias, I shouldn’t have found him at home: he had just prepared, in this fashion, for flight. (_Pointing at his dress._) PYTH. Have you caught the fellow, pray? PHÆD. Caught him, why not? PYTH. O well done! DORIAS. Upon my faith that really is capital! PYTH. Where is he? PHÆD. Do you ask the question? Don’t you see him? (_Pointing to the EUNUCH._) PYTH. (_staring about._) See whom, pray? PHÆD. This fellow, to be sure (_pointing_). PYTH. What person is this? PHÆD. The same that was brought to your house to-day. PYTH. Not one of our people has ever beheld this person with her eyes, Phædria. PHÆD. Not beheld him? PYTH. Prithee, did you fancy that this was he who was brought to our house? PHÆD. Why, I had no other. PYTH. O dear! this one really isn’t to be compared with the other. He was of a handsome and genteel appearance. PHÆD. He seemed {so}, just then, because he was decked out in party-colored clothes:[90] now he appears ugly, for this reason-- because he hasn’t got them on. PYTH. Prithee, do hold your tongue; as though indeed the difference was so trifling. A young man was brought to our house to-day, whom, really, Phædria, you would have liked to look upon. This is a withered, antiquated, lethargic, old fellow, with a speckled complexion.[91] PHÆD. (_starting._) Hah! What tale is this? You’ll so be-fool me that I sha’n’t know what I bought. (_To DORUS._) How now, sirrah, did I not buy you? DORUS. You did buy {me}. PYTH. Bid him answer me in my turn. PHÆD. Question {him}. PYTH. (_to DORUS._) Did you come here to-day to our house? (_DORUS shakes his head._) He says, no. But it was the other one that came, about sixteen years of age; whom Parmeno brought with him. PHÆD. (_to DORUS._) Well now, in the first place tell me this, where did you get that dress that you have on? What, are you silent? Monster of a fellow, are you not going to speak (_Shakes him._) DORUS. Chærea came. PHÆD. What, my brother? DORUS. Yes. PHÆD. When? DORUS. To-day. PHÆD. How long since? DORUS. Just now. PHÆD. With whom? DORUS. With Parmeno. PHÆD. Did you know him before? DORUS. No. PHÆD. How did you know he was my brother?