Wherefore, my Phædria, I would raise up friends

By some good turn:—And you, I prithee now,

Help me to do it. Let him some few days

Be my gallant in chief. What! no reply?

Phæd. Abandon’d woman! Can I aught reply

To deeds like these?

Par. Oh excellent! well said!

He feels at length; Now, master, you’re a man.

Phæd. I saw your story’s drift.—“A little girl

Stol’n hence—My mother brought her up—was call’d