Pam. Let me, father!
Chremes. ’Tis but just:
Permit him!
Pam. Grant me this!
Simo. Well, be it so.
Exit Pamphilus.
I could bear all this bravely, Chremes; more,
Much more, to know that he deceiv’d me not.
Chremes. For a great fault a little punishment
Suffices to a father.