Erg. I am desperately in love.
Phor. Marry, and get out of it; there may be some little straining at the first offer of the present; but if she send not for it before you get home, I'll ne'er trust my eyes more.
[Phillida steals away, Cleon follows.
Erg. I'll attempt it, let what will follow.
Phor. Be confident, and prosper.
Erg. Madam, what would you expect from him you had redeemed from captivity?
Ire. The disposing of his liberty.
Erg. 'Tis just; but this may be no great favour to the slave, if his misery be only altered, not lessened.
Phor. You are little curious! Why do you not ask who this concerns? Well, I'll tell you; you have redeemed Ergasto, and he kneels to know your commands.