Clin. Indeed, I can’t consent: and who is Philolaches,
That you shd wish to tell him all my private affairs?
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Pam. Ah, he can smell a rat; but don’t be afraid of him;
He’s my sworn friend: & sure no less to keep a secret,
Than he is to find out anything in the mortal world
That you seek to withhold.
Clin.I pray, say nothing to him of me.
Pam. Trust us; we won’t betray you.
(Runs back to meet Phil.)