Kitap 8
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Ampelis Well, but, Chrysis, I don’t call a man in love at all, if he doesn’t get jealous, and storm, and slap one, and clip one’s hair, and tear one’s clothes to pieces.
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Chrysis Is that the only way to tell?
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Ampelis To tell a serious passion, yes. The kisses and tears and vows, the constant attendance,—all that only shows that he’s beginning to be in love; it’s still coming on. But the real flame is jealousy, pure and simple. So if Gorgias is jealous, and slaps you, as you say, you may hope for the best; pray that he may always go on as he has begun!
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Chrysis Go on slapping me?
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Ampelis No, no; but getting angry if you ever look at any one else. If he were not in love with you, why should he mind your having another lover?
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Chrysis Oh, but I haven't! It’s all a mistake! He took it into his head that old Moneybags had been paying me attentions, because I just happened to mention his name once.
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Ampelis Well, that’s very nice, too. You want him to think that there are rich men after you. It will make him all the more angry, and all the more liberal; he’ll be afraid of being cut out by his rivals.
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Chrysis But Gorgias never gives me anything. He only storms and slaps.
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Ampelis Oh, you wait. Nothing tames them like jealousy.
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Chrysis Ampelis, I believe you want me to be slapped!
