Enter Phidippus.
Phid. (to Philumena within). I’m angry with you—’fore Heaven, very angry,
Philumena!—You’ve acted shamefully.
Though you indeed have some excuse for’t, seeing
Your mother urg’d you to’t; but she has none.
Lach. You’re come upon us in good time, Phidippus;
Just in the time we wanted you.
Phid. What now?
Pam. What answer shall I give them! how explain? (Aside.)
Lach. Inform your daughter, Sostrata will hence