Par. What’s he so pleas’d at?
Chær. (seeing him.) Oh my Parmeno
Inventor, undertaker, perfecter
Of all my pleasures, know’st thou my good fortunes?
Know’st thou my Pamphila’s a citizen?
Par. I’ve heard so.
Chær. Know’st thou she’s betroth’d my wife?
Par. Good news, by heaven!
Par. Oh brave, by Heav’n!
Gnat. Hear you what he says? (To Thraso.)