Exit Pamphilus.
[ SCENE IX.]
Manent Laches and Phidippus.
Phid. How perverse is this! (Angrily.)
Lach. Did not I say he’d take it ill, Phidippus,
And therefore begg’d you to send back your daughter?
Phid. ’Fore Heaven I did not think him such a churl.
What! does he fancy I’ll go cringing to him?
No;—if he’ll take his wife he may:—if not,
Let him refund her portion;—there’s an end!