Par. How so?
Pam. Undone!
Par. And why?
Pam. Ah, Parmeno,
They hide some terrible misfortune from me!
Par. They said your wife Philumena was ill:
Whether ’tis that, I can not tell.
Pam. Death, Sirrah!
Why did you not inform me that before?
Par. Because I could not tell you all at once.