Scene VIII.
Henry T. (Henry Thomas) Riley translation
Enter Thraso and Gnatho.
Gna. (to Thraso.) Well now? With what hope, or what design, are we come hither? What do you intend to do, Thraso?
Thra. What, I? To surrender myself to Thais, and do what she bids me.
Gna. What is it you say?
Thra. Why any the less so, than Hercules served Omphale.109
Gna. The precedent pleases me. (Aside.) I only wish I may see your head stroked down with a slipper;110 but her door makes a noise.
Thra. Confusion! Why, what mischief’s this? I never saw this person before; why, I wonder, is he rushing out in such a hurry?
They stand aside.