THEU. What is it you say?
PHA. That eating and drinking have never stopped for a single three days
here, bringing in wenches, living like Greeks, hiring harpists
_and_ music-girls.
THEU. Who was it did this?
PHA. Philolaches. THEU. What Philolaches?
PHA. He whose father I take to be Theuropides.
THEU. (_apart_). O dear, O dear! I'm utterly undone, if he says the
truth in this. I'll continue to question him still. Do you say that this
Philolaches, whoever he is, has been in the habit of drinking here
together with your master?
PHA. Here, I tell you.
THEU. _My_ lad, contrary to your appearance, you are a fool. See
now, please, that you've not perchance been dropping in somewhere for an
afternoon's whet [2], and have been drinking there a little more than
was enough.
PHA. What do you mean? THEU. Just what I say; don't be going by mistake
to other persons' houses.
PHA. I know where I ought to go, and the place to which I was to come.
Philolaches lives here, whose father is Theuropides; and who, after his
father went away to trade, made free a music-girl here.
THEU. Philolaches, say you? PHA. Just so; Philematium, I mean.
THEU. For how much? SER. For thirty talents.
PHA. _No_, by Apollo [3]; you mean minae.
THEU. Do you say that a mistress was purchased for Philolaches for
thirty minae?
PHA. I do say so. THEU. And that he gave her her freedom?
PHA.
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