e do not want them, Chremes.
Say, only, that this maiden is your sister,
And that you lost her when a child, and now
Know her again for yours.

_Enter PYTHIAS._

THAIS (_to PYTH._) Produce the proofs!

PYTH. Here they are.

THAIS. Take them, Chremes!--If the Captain
Attempts to do you any violence,
Lead him before a magistrate. D'ye mark me?

CHREM. I do.

THAIS. Be sure now speak with a good courage!

CHREM. I will.

THAIS. Come, gather up your cloak.----Undone!
I've got a champion, who wants help himself.

(_Exeunt._

[Changes:

THAIS. 'Tis true:
_opening apostrophe missing in Harper edition_

_Harper_
PYTH. Where's the casket plac'd?
THAIS. Plac'd in the cabinet.--D'ye loiter, hussy?
_Colman 1768_
PYTH. Where does the casket stand?
THAIS. Upon the cabinet.--D'ye loiter, hussy?

_Harper_
CHREM. Away!--who? I? afraid?--There is no man
Alive less so.
THAIS. You'd need be stout at present.
_Colman 1768_
CHREM. Away!--who? I? afraid?--No mortal less.
THAIS. Nay, you had need be stout at present, Chremes.]

_Harper_
I've got a champion, who wants help himself.
_Colman 1768_
My champion wants a champion for himself.]

SCENE VIII.

_Enter THRASO, GNATHO, SANGA, etc._

THRASO. Shall I put up with an affront so gross,
So monstrous, Gnatho?--No, I'd rather die.
Simalio, Donax, Syrus, follow me!
First, I will storm their castle.

GNAT. Excellent!

THRA. Next carry off the Virgin.

GNAT. Admirable!

THRA. Then punish Thais herself.

GNAT. Incomparable!

THRA. Here, in the centre, Donax, with your club!
Do you, Simalio, charge on the left wing!
You, Syrus, on the right!--Bring up the rest!
Where's the Centurion Sanga, and his band
Of rascal runaways?

SAN. Here, Sir!

THRA. How now?
Think'st thou to combat with a dish-clout, slave!
That thus thou bring'st it here?

SAN. Ah, Sir! I knew
The valor of the gen'ral and his troops;
And seeing this affair must end in blood,
I brought a clout, to wipe the wounds withal.

THRA. Where are the rest?

SAN. Rest! Plague, whom d'ye mean?
There's nobody, but Sannio, left at home.

THRA. Lead you the van (_to GNATHO_); and I'll bring up the rear:
Thence give the word to all.

GNAT. What wisdom is!
Now he has drawn up these in rank and file,
His post behind secures him a retreat.

THRA. Just so his line of battle Pyrrhus form'd.

(_CHREMES and THAIS appear above at a