Your stumps a little faster, nurse!
Soph. I come.
Chrem. Aye, marry; but you don’t come on a jot.
Pyth. Well! have you shown the tokens to the nurse?
Chrem. I have.
Pyth. And pray what says she? Did she know them?
Chrem. At first sight.
Pyth. Oh brave news! I’m glad to hear it;
For I’ve a kindness for the girl. Go in;
My mistress is impatient for your coming.