Pam. Hark, Pamphilus!
Simo. But why believe you this?
Chremes. That Phania was my brother.
Simo. True. I knew him.
Chremes. He, to avoid the war, departed hence:
And fearing ’twere unsafe to leave the child,
Embark’d with her in quest of me for Asia:
Since when I’ve heard no news of him till now.
Pam. I’m scarce myself, my mind is so enrapt
With fear, hope, joy, and wonder of so great,