um mine?

CHREMES. And with good cause if Simo hinder not.

PAM. Sir! (_To SIMO._)

SIMO. Be it so.

CHREMES. My daughter's portion is
Ten talents, Pamphilus.

PAM. I am content.

CHREMES. I'll to her instantly: and prithee, Crito,
Along with me! for sure she knows me not. (_Exeunt CHREMES and CRITO._

SIMO. Why do you not give orders instantly
To bring her to our house?

PAM. Th' advice is good.
I'll give that charge to Davus.

SIMO. It can't be.

PAM. Why?

SIMO. He has other business of his own,
Of nearer import to himself.

PAM. What business?

SIMO. He's bound.

PAM. Bound! how, Sir!

SIMO. How, Sir?--neck and heels.

PAM. Ah, let him be enlarg'd.

SIMO. It shall be done.

PAM. But instantly.

SIMO. I'll in, and order it. (_Exit._

PAM. Oh what a happy, happy day is this!

[Changes:

_Harper_
CHREMES. His name?
CRITO. His name so quickly!-- Phania.
CHREMES. Amazement!
CRITO. By my troth, I think 'twas Phania
_Colman 1768_
CHREMES. His name?
CRITO. His name so quickly!--
Phania.
CHREMES. Amazement!
CRITO. Troth, I think 'twas Phania]

SCENE VII.

_Enter CHARINUS behind._

CHAR. I come to see what Pamphilus is doing:
And there he is!

PAM. And is this true?--yes, yes,
I know 'tis true, because I wish it so.
Therefore I think the life of Gods eternal,
For that their joys are permanent: and now,
My soul hath her content so absolute,
That I too am immortal, if no ill
Step in betwixt me and this happiness.
Oh, for a bosom-friend now to pour out
My ecstasies before him!

CHAR. What's this rapture? (_Listening._)

PAM. Oh, yonder's Davus: nobody more welcome:
For he, I know, will join in transport with me.

SCENE VIII.

_Enter DAVUS._

DAVUS (_entering_). Where's Pamphilus?

PAM. Oh Davus!

DAVUS. Who's there?

PAM. I.

DAVUS. Oh Pamphilus!

PAM. You know not my good fortune.

DAVUS. Do you know my ill fortune?

PAM. To a tittle.

DAVUS. 'Tis after the old fashion, that my ills
Should reach your ears, before your joys reach mine.

PAM. Glycerium has discover'd her relations.

DAVUS. O excellent!

CHAR. How's that? (_Listening._)

PAM. Her father is
Our most near friend.

DAVUS. Who?

PAM. Chremes.

DAVUS. Charming news!

PAM. And I'm to marry her immediately.

CHAR. Is this man talking in his sleep, and dreams
On what he wishes waking? (_Listening._)

PAM. And moreover,
For the child,