Scene II
Enter Bacchis.
Bacch. Oh Parmeno, I’m glad I’ve met with you.
Run quick to Pamphilus.
Par. On what account?
Bacch. Tell him that I desire he’d come.
Par. To you?
Bacch. No; to Philumena.
Par. Why? what’s the matter?
Bacch. Nothing to you; so ask no questions.
Par. Must I
Say nothing else?
Bacch. Yes; tell him too,
That Myrrhina acknowledges the ring,
Which formerly he gave me, as her daughter’s.
Par. I understand you. But is that all?
Bacch. All.
He’ll come the moment that you tell him that.
What! do you loiter?
Par. No, i’ faith, not I.
I have not had it in my pow’r, I’ve been
So bandied to and fro, sent here and there,
Trotting, and running up and down all day.
Exit.