_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._)