Phid. Not in the least. For when I urg’d it home,
And threaten’d to oblige her to return,
She vow’d most solemnly she could not bear
Your house, so long as Pamphilus was absent.
—All have their failings: I am of so soft
A nature, I can’t thwart my family.
Lach. Ha, Sostrata! (To Sostrata, apart.)
Sostra. Wretch that I am! Ah me! (Aside.)
Lach. And her return’s impossible? (To Phidippus.)
Phid. At present.