Pam. (going up). My father, save you!
Lach. Save you, my son!
Phid. Pamphilus, welcome home!
I’m glad to see you safe, and in good health.
Pam. I do believe it.
Lach. Are you just now come?
Pam. Just now, Sir.
Lach. Well; and tell me, Pamphilus,
What has our kinsman Phania left us?
Pam. Ah, Sir,