Scene VII

Pamphilos alone.

He’s gone.

What shall I do? Alas! I scarcely know

How to conceal, as Myrrhina desir’d,

Her daughter’s labor. Yet I pity her;

And what I can, consistent with my duty,

I am resolv’d to do: and yet my parents

And what I can, I am resolv’d to do,

Consistent with my duty: for my parents

Must be obey’d before my love.—But see!

My father and Phidippus come this way.

How I shall act, Heav’n knows.