What! do you loiter?
Par. No, i’ faith, not I.
I have not had it in my pow’r, I’ve been
So bandied to and fro, sent here and there,
Trotting, and running up and down all day.
Exit.
[ SCENE III.]
Bacchis alone.
What joy have I procur’d to Pamphilus
By coming here to-day! what blessings brought him!