Chr.What can it be?
Ph. The ladies’ cloaks and wraps.
Chr.Shame to load you thus!
You know the proverb, The willing horse. Pray set them down.
I’ll send a servant to take them.
Ph.Nay, ’tis the merest trifle.
Chr. Why, yes: and I’ll call my wife: excuse me, ladies—a moment.
Sostrata, Sostrata!...
Pam. (to Ph.). Follow me quick: this way, before my father is back.
[Exeunt Pam. and Phil. into house at back.