Pyrr. Sir?
You seek your daughter? I will look this way.
[Goes farther right]
Pel. I must advance, and take her Spartan guard
With gentleness. My love, 'tis you I seek.
Pyrr. [Stiffly] You'd speak to me?
Pel. My little Pyrrha,——
Pyrr. Little!
Pel. I think of Phania. In my heart you both
Hold undivided place. Shall we not chat a bit,
My Pyrrha?
Pyrr. Kitchen maids do that, not men
Of State.
Pel. Nay, there's a time when one may cast
The civic garment and take household ease
In modest robe.
Pyrr. [Aside] A swaddling band would fit him!
Pel. You will not hear me?