But to rejoice within myself.
Par. No, no:
Par. All these
Fair words, Philotis, sha’n’t prevail on me
To trust my back to your discretion.
Phi. Well;
Don’t tell me, Parmeno.—As if you had not
Much rather tell this secret than I hear it.
Par. She’s in the right: I am a blab, ’tis true,
It is my greatest failing.—Give your word