Par. He has; but I doubt whether this match will be lasting.
Phil. May the Gods and Goddesses grant it so, if it is for the advantage of Bacchis. But why am I to believe it is so? Tell me, Parmeno.
Par. There is no need for its being spread abroad; ask me no more about it.
Phil. For fear, I suppose, it may be made public. So may the Gods prosper me, I do not ask you in order that I may spread it abroad, but that, in silence, I may rejoice within myself.
Par. You’ll never speak me so fairly, that I shall trust my back to your discretion.
Phil. Oh, don’t say so, Parmeno;[27] as though you were not much more impatient to tell me this, than I to learn what I’m inquiring about.
Par. (to himself.) She tells the truth there; and that is my greatest failing. (To Philotis.) If you give me your word that you’ll keep it a secret, I’ll tell you.
Phil. You are now returning to your natural disposition. I give you my word; say on.
Par. Listen.
Phil. I’m all attention.