For he who does the wrong, and then asks pardon,
Makes but a sorry reparation for it.
But what’s your pleasure?
Lach. You receive the visits
Of my son Pamphilus——
Bacch. Ah!——
Lach. Let me speak.
Before he married I endur’d your love.
—Stay! I’ve not finish’d all I have to say.——
He is now married. You then, while ’tis time,