All for this paper, wherein the lady promises
In consideration of this same money made over to her,
Never again to receive the addresses of her quondam lover,
Clinia; signed Gorgo: a genuine business.
And yet no wonder she laughed; of course she thinks me a fool
To consider her promise of weight. Ah, mistress, giggle and all,
I’ve settled your hash. Ha! ha! ’twas clever of Pamphilus:
The lad has some of my wits. But still I shall be uneasy,
Until I find Menedemus is reasonable:—indeed
I’ll lose no time. Menedemus might desire to come