I have sent him off already: he is gone.
Men.Not so: he is here.
(Calls) Pamphilus! (To Chremes) Do not blame me; I promised to plead for him.
Enter Pamphilus.
Chr. How dare you again appear in my presence, wretch? Be off!
I tell you that I disown you. Yes, Menedemus, & you
Will not attempt, I beg, to avert the punishment
He more than deserves. I have cast him away and cut him off.
My whole fortune I leave to Antiphila—that is the thing
I said I shd ask—you promised not to oppose me: now