Par. Who must?
Pam. You.
Par. To the citadel? Why thither?
Pam. To meet Callidemides, my entertainer at Myconos, who came over in the same ship with me.
Par. (aside.) Confusion! I should say he has made a vow that if ever he should return home safe, he would rupture me[45] with walking.
Pam. Why are you lingering?
Par. What do you wish me to say? Or am I to meet him only?
Pam. No; say that I can not meet him to-day, as I appointed, so that he may not wait for me to no purpose. Fly!
Par. But I don’t know the man’s appearance.
Pam. Then I’ll tell you how to know it; a huge fellow, ruddy, with curly hair, fat, with gray eyes and freckled countenance.