She only waited my son’s coming?
Phid. Aye.
Lach. They say that he’s arriv’d. Let us return then!
Pam. (behind). What reason I shall frame to give my father,
For not recalling her, I can not tell.
Lach. (overhearing). Whose voice was that?
Pam. (to himself). And yet I am resolv’d
To stand to my first purpose.
Lach. (seeing Pamphilus). He himself,
Whom I was speaking of!