Lach. There is no room for choice now, Pamphilus.
Pam. Confusion! (Aside.)
Lach. We’ve oft wish’d to see the day
When you should have a child to call you father.
That day’s now come. The Gods be thank’d!
Pam. Undone! (Aside.)
Lach. Recall your wife, and don’t oppose my will.
Pam. If she had wish’d for children by me, father,
Or to remain my wife, I’m very sure
She never would have hid this matter from me: