Par. May the Gods confound him! What if he shouldn’t come? Am I to wait there, even till the evening?
Pam. Yes, wait there. Run!
Par. I can’t; I am so tired.
Exit slowly.
[ Scene VII.]
Pamphilus, alone.
Pam. He’s off. What shall I do in this distressed situation? Really, I don’t know in what way I’m to conceal this, as Myrrhina entreated me, her daughter’s lying-in; but I do pity the woman. What I can, I’ll do; only so long, however, as I observe my duty; for it is proper that I should be regardful of a parent,[46] rather than of my passion. But look—I see Phidippus and my father. They are coming this way; what to say to them, I’m at a loss.
Stands apart.
[ Scene VIII.]
Enter, at a distance, Laches and Phidippus.