Chremes. Ah! Simo, check your excessive rage.

Simo. Chremes, is this the duty that a father ought to expect from his son? Do you not pity me, that I am made so anxious by a son? Oh Pamphilus! Pamphilus! come forth: have you no shame?

Scene IV.

Scene IV.

Simo, Chremes, Pamphilus.

Pam. Who calls me? ’Tis my father! I am undone.

Simo. What can you say for yourself? of all the——

Chremes. (interrupting.) Ah! come to the point at once, and spare your reproaches.

Simo. Reproaches! Can any be too severe for him? Tell me, (to Pamphilus.) do you assert that Glycera is a citizen of Athens?

Pam. I have heard that she is.