Enter Bacchis, from the house of Phidippus.
Bacch. Parmeno, you make your appearance opportunely; run with all speed[60] to Pamphilus.
Par. Why thither?
Bacch. Say that I entreat him to come.
Par. To your house?
Bacch. No; to Philumena.
Par. What’s the matter?
Bacch. Nothing that concerns you; so cease to make inquiry.
Par. Am I to say nothing else?
Bacch. Yes; that Myrrhina has recognized that ring as her daughter’s, which he formerly gave me.