Into the country; so Philumena
Need not dread coming home again.
Phid. Ah, friend!
Your wife has never been in fault at all:
All this has sprung from my wife Myrrhina.
The case is alter’d. She confounds us, Laches.
Pam. So that I may not take her home again,
Confound affairs who will! (Aside.)
Phid. I, Pamphilus,
Would fain, if possible, make this alliance