Phil. I dare not, sir.
Erg. I'll pay thy dowry then within this half-hour: I'll wait on her. [Exit Phillida.
Cle. From what part of the town came this fair day in a cloud, that makes you look so cheerfully?
Erg. Alas, gentlemen! I was born to know nothing of love but sighs and despairs. I can be servant to none that can have the election of two.
Cle. Unriddle, unriddle.
Erg. 'Twas the servant of Hermione that came to have me wait upon her lady.
Cle. Phormio, what do you think of this?
Phor. I won't think at all, for fear I judge amiss. The mazes of a woman are so intricate, no precept can secure us. Yet this I'm resolved on: she will not love you.
Cle. Why sent she for him, then?