Byrr. [aside.] Ha! I am[129] struck dumb. What did he say?
Simo. You do your duty, when you meet my wishes with a ready compliance.
Davus. [aside to Pam.] Was I not right, Sir?
Byrr. [aside.] From what I hear, I fancy my master has nothing to do, but to provide himself with another mistress as soon as possible[130].
Simo. Now, Pamphilus, go in immediately, that you may be ready when you are wanted.
Pam. I go, Sir.
[Exit.
Byrr. [aside.] Is there no honour, no sincerity in any man? I find the common proverb to be true. Every man loves himself best. I have seen Philumena, and I remember that I thought her charming; in truth, I cannot much blame Pamphilus, that he had rather wed her himself than yield her to my master. Well, I’ll carry him an account of what has passed. I suppose I shall receive an abundance of bad language in return for my bad news[131].
[Exit.