I believe so.

THAIS. How say you, you arch-jade? Did I not warn you about this very
thing, when I was going away from here?

PYTH. What could I do? Just as you ordered, she was intrusted to his
care only.

THAIS. Hussy, I've been intrusting the sheep to the wolf. I'm quite
ashamed to have been imposed upon in this way. What sort of man was
he?

PYTH. Hush! hush! mistress, pray; we are all right. Here we have the
very man.

THAIS. Where is he?

PYTH. Why there, to the left. Don't you see?

THAIS. I see.

PYTH. Order him to be seized as quickly as possible.

THAIS. What can we do to him, simpleton?

PYTH. What do to him, do you ask? Pray, do look at him; if his face
doesn't seem an impudent one.

THAIS. Not at all.

PYTH. Besides, what effrontery he has.

SCENE II.

_Enter CHAEREA, in the EUNUCH'S dress, on the other side of the
stage._

CHAE. (_to himself._) At Antipho's,[102] both of them, father and
mother, just as if on purpose, were at home, so that I couldn't any
way get in, but that they must have seen me. In the mean time, while I
was standing before the door, a certain acquaintance {of mine} was
coming full upon me. When I espied him, I took to my heels as fast as
I could down a narrow unfrequented alley; thence again to another,
{and} thence to another; thus have I been most dreadfully harassed
with running about, that no one might recognize me. But isn't this
Thais that I see? It is she. I'm at a stand. What shall I do? But what
need I care? What can she do to me?

THAIS, (_to PYTHIAS._) Let's accost him. (_To CHAEREA._) Good Mister
Dorus, welcome; tell me, have you been running away?

CHAE. Madam, I did so.

THAIS. Are you quite pleased with it?

CHAE. No.

THAIS. Do you fancy that you'll get off with impunity?

CHAE. Forgive this one fault; if I'm ever guilty of another, {then}
kill me.

THAIS. Were you in fear of my severity?

CHAE. No.

THAIS. No? What then?

CHAE. (_pointing at PYTHIAS._) I was afraid of her, lest she might be
accusing me to you.

THAIS. What had you done?

CHAE. A mere trifle.

PYTH. Come now, a trifle, you impudent fellow. Does this appear a
trifle to you, to ravish a virgin, a citizen?

CHAE. I took her for my fellow-servant.

PYTH. Fellow-servant? I can hardly restrain myself from flying at his
hair. A miscreant! Even of his own free will he comes to make fun of
us.

THAIS, (_to PYTHIAS._) Won't you begone from here, you mad woman?