Par. I perceive a bustle,
And running to and fro.—Come this way, Sir!
—To the door!—nearer still!—There, there, d’ye hear?
Noise continues.
Pam. Peace; hush! (Shriek within.) Oh Jupiter, I heard
a shriek!
Par. You talk yourself, and bid me hold my tongue.
Myrrhina (within). Hush, my dear child, for Heaven’s sake!
Pam. It seem’d
The voice of my wife’s mother. I am ruin’d!