Deserted me, my Antiphila. What shall I do?
Pam.Look, look!
I see them coming.
Clin.Where?
Pam.Well, here’s Philolaches,
Who comes to announce them, (aside) and on his shoulders a mighty bale
Of Persian togs.
Enter Philolaches with a large bundle.
Clin.He has come without them! (To Phil.) Tell me, sir,
Do the ladies come?