THRA. One of a thousand.
GNAT. Of a million sure!
--If he could live with you.
_Colman 1768_
THRA. No general man, I promise you.
GNAT. Oh no!
He must have been particular indeed,
If he convers'd with You.

If she should say, "come! let's have Phaedria
...
_quotation marks in this speech supplied from 1768 edition_]

SCENE II.

_Enter THAIS and PYTHIAS._

THAIS. I thought I heard the Captain's voice: and see!
Good-day, my Thraso!

THRA. Oh my Thais, welcome!
How does my sweeting?--are you fond of me
For sending you that music-girl?

PAR. Oh brave!
He sets out nobly!

THAIS. For your worth I love you.

GNAT. Come, let's to supper? why do you delay?

PAR. Mark t'other! he's a chip of the old block.

THAIS. I'm ready when you please.

PAR. I'll up to her,
And seem as if but now come forth.--Ha! Thais,
Where are you gadding?

THAIS. Well met, Parmeno!
I was just going----

PAR. Whither?

THAIS. Don't you see
The Captain?

PAR. Yes, I see him--to my sorrow.
The presents from my master wait your pleasure.

THRA. Why do we stop thus? wherefore go not hence?
(_Angrily._)

PAR. Beseech you, Captain, let us, with your leave,
Produce our presents, treat, and parley with her!

THRA. Fine gifts, I warrant you, compar'd with mine!

PAR. They'll answer for themselves--Holo, there! order
The slaves, I told you, to come forth.--Here, this way!

_Enter a BLACK GIRL._

Do you stand forward!--This girl, ma'am, comes quite
From Ethiopia.

THRA. Worth about three Minae.

GNAT. Scarce.

PAR. Ho! where are you, Dorus?--Oh, come hither!

_Enter CHAEREA in the Eunuch's habit._

An Eunuch, Madam! of a lib'ral air,
And in his prime!

THAIS. Now as I live, he's handsome!

PAR. What say you, Gnatho? Is he despicable?
Or, Captain, what say you?--Dumb?--Praise sufficient;
Try him in letters, exercises, music:
In all the arts, a gentleman should know,
I'll warrant him accomplish'd.

THRA. Troth, that Eunuch
Is well enough.

PAR. And he, who sends these presents,
Requires you not to live for him alone,
And for his sake to shut out all mankind:
Nor does he tell his battles, show his wounds,
Or shackle your free will, as some folks do.

(_Looking at THRASO._)

But when 'twill not be troublesome, or when
You've leisure, in due season, he's content
If then he is admitted.

THRA. This poor fellow
Seems to belong to a poor wretched master.

GNAT. Beyond