Pam.Impossible.
Ph.Nay, ’tis not.
Pam. Well, how?
Ph.Why, when your father scolds, turn round upon him;
Say you knew all along exactly what he would think,
And brought the lady here in the hope he’d see his way
To helping old Menedemus out of his scrape.
Pam.And then?
Ph. Tell him to offer Gorgo forty or fifty pounds,
If she will renounce her claim on Clinia.