Pam. Parmeno, you are concealing from me some great misfortune to me unknown.
Par. They said that your wife, Philumena, was in alarm about[36] something, I know not what; whether that may be it, perchance, I don’t know.
Pam. I am undone! Why didn’t you tell me of this?
Par. Because I couldn’t tell every thing at once.
Pam. What is the malady?
Par. I don’t know.
Pam. What! has no one brought a physician to see her?
Par. I don’t know.
Pam. Why delay going in-doors, that I may know as soon as possible for certain what it is? In what condition, Philumena, am I now to find you? But if you are in any peril, beyond a doubt I will perish with you.
Goes into the house of Phidippus.