Would you employ my talent—
Clin.Why, what would you do?
Ph. Disguise myself as a Persian, late arrived in Athens:
Go to your father’s house & bring him tidings of you.
How the old man took what I should tell him would teach you all.
Nay, I can promise more; that, if there’s left in him
The last wandering spark of affection, I’ll blow it to flame,
And you shall twist him round your thumb.
Pam.Bravo!
Clin.But, sir,