How can you think it?
Ph.It might not be binding perhaps on her;
And yet ’twould do the business. If it did not shock
Clinia’s love, as it must, ’twould kill his last pretence.
How could he face his father armed with such a paper?
If you will help this old Menedemus, that’s the way—
Chr. I’ll tell Menedemus of this.
Pam.If you would help him, father,
Spare him the pain. No doubt he’d give you back the money.
Chr. I believe you there. I’d give six times the sum myself,