SCENE VIII.
George Colman translation
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?
Gnat. What now? in what hope, or with what design
Advance we hither? what adventure, Thraso?
Thraso. What do I mean?—To Thais to surrender
On her own terms?
Gnat. Indeed?
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.
Thraso. Indeed! why not,
As well as Hercules to Omphale?
Gnat. A fit example.—Would I might behold
Your head broke with her slipper. (Aside.) But her doors
Creak, and fly open.
Thraso. Death! what mischief now?
Thraso. ’Sdeath! what mischief now?
I ne’er so much as saw this face before.
Why bursts he forth with such alacrity?