(Enter Polemius.)
Polemius (aside).
Ah! this name removes all doubt.
But I must restrain my anger,
And dissemble for the present,
If such patience Jove shall grant me:—
How are you to-day, Chrysanthus? (aloud.
Chrysanthus.
Sir, my love and duty cast them
Humbly at your feet: (aside, Thank heaven,
That he heard me not, this calmness
Cannot be assumed).
Polemius.
I value
More than I can say your manner
Towards my son, so kind, so zealous
For his health.
Carpophorus.
Heaven knows, much farther
Even than this is my ambition,
Sir, to serve you: but the passions
Of Chrysanthus are so strong,
That my skill they overmaster.
Polemius.
How?