Scene VIII.

Enter Thraso, Gnatho; Parmeno behind.

Gnat. What now? with what hope, or design, advance we? What's your intention, Thraso?

Thraso. My intention? To Thais to surrender at discretion.

Gnat. How say you?

Thraso. Even so. Why should not I, As well as Hercules to Omphale?

Gnat. A fit example. - Oh, that I could see her Combing your empty noddle with her slipper! But her door opens. Creak, and fly open.

Thraso. 'Sdeath! what mischief now? I ne'er so much as saw this face before. Why bursts he forth with such alacrity?