Byrr. What is he going about now?
Char. I will entreat even my rival himself, I will implore him, I will tell him of my love. I trust I shall be able to prevail upon him, at least to postpone his marriage for a few days; meantime I hope something may happen in my favour.
Byrr. That something is nothing at all.
Char. What think you, Byrrhia; shall I speak to him?
Byrr. Why not? that even if you can obtain nothing, you may make him think, at least, that Philumena will find a pressing gallant in you, if he marries her[112].
Char. Get away, rascal, with your base suspicions.
Scene II.
Scene II.
Charinus, Byrrhia, Pamphilus.
Pam. Ha! Charinus, I hope you are well, Sir.