Clin.Pamphilus! why he’s gone.
Now save me from my friends! Indeed this Pamphilus
Will be my ruin: I wish to heaven I had never met him.
He’ll tell his father next, this old Ionian huckster,
Sponge-mongering Chremes; the gods defend me from him,
And his family feast, and his prosy wisdom! I thought to spend
This day of my return with sweet Antiphila:
And here I am, caught by the ears. And yet my troublesome friend
Means well: I would not hurt his feelings; but at any cost
I must get clear, and in one matter I cannot yield: