Pam.He has found us out of course?
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Ph. He has guessed who Gorgo is; but still is quite in the dark.
He still imagines Clinia slain and torn to bits
On the plains of what d’ye call it.—
Pam.What is best to do?
Ph. Nothing. Let him rave it out. The quicker he heats,
The quicker he’ll cool.
Pam.But if you had ever seen him angry . . .
Ph. Don’t be afraid.