. Yes,--there she is; (_Pointing._)
Carried to Madam Thais for a present.

CHAER. What monarch could bestow a gift so precious?

PAR. The mighty Captain Thraso, Phaedria's rival.

CHAER. Alas, poor brother!

PAR. Aye, and if you knew
The gift he sends to be compar'd with this,
You'd cry alas, indeed!

CHAER. What is his gift?

PAR. An Eunuch.

CHAER. What! that old and ugly slave
That he bought yesterday?

PAR. The very same.

CHAER. Why, surely, he'll be trundled out o' doors
He and his gift together--I ne'er knew
Till now that Thais was our neighbor.

PAR. She
Has not been long so.

CHAER. Ev'ry way unlucky:
Ne'er to have seen her neither:--Prithee, tell me,
Is she so handsome, as she's said to be?

PAR. Yes, faith!

CHAER. But nothing to compare to mine.

PAR. Oh, quite another thing.

CHAER. But Parmeno!
Contrive that I may have her.

PAR. Well, I will.
Depend on my assistance:--have you any
Further commands? (_As if going._)

CHAER. Where are you going?

PAR. Home;
To bring according to your brother's order,
The slaves to Thais.

CHAER. Oh, that happy Eunuch!
To be convey'd into that house!

PAR. Why so?

CHAER. Why so? why, he shall have that charming girl
His fellow-servant, see her, speak with her,
Be with her in the same house all day long,
And sometimes eat, and sometimes sleep by her.

PAR. And what if you should be so happy?

CHAER. How?
Tell me, dear Parmeno!

PAR. Assume his dress.

CHAER. His dress! what then?

PAR. I'll carry you for him.

CHAER. I hear you.

PAR. I will say that you are he.

CHAER. I understand you.

PAR. So shall you enjoy
Those blessings which but now you envied him:
Eat with her, be with her, touch, toy with her,
And sleep by her: since none of Thais' maids
Know you, or dream of what you are. Besides,
Your figure, and your age are such, that you
May well pass for an Eunuch.

CHAER. Oh, well said!
I ne'er heard better counsel. Come, let's in?
Dress me, and carry me! Away, make haste!

PAR. What are you at? I did but jest.

CHAER. You trifle.

PAR. I'm ruin'd: fool, what have I done? Nay, whither
D'ye push me thus? You'll throw me down. Nay, stay!

CHAER. Away.

PAR. Nay, prithee!

CHAER. I'm resolv'd.

PAR. Consider;
You carry this too far.

CHAER. No, not at all.
Give way!

PAR. And Parmeno must pay for all.
Ah, we do wrong!

CHAER. Is it then wrong for me
To be convey'd into a house of harlots,
And turn th