Ah, Parmeno, d’ye think me so ungrateful?
—But yonder’s Bacchis standing at the door.
She waits for me, I fancy. I’ll go to her.
Bacch. (seeing him). Pamphilus, save you.
Pam. Bacchis! my dear Bacchis!
My guardian! my protectress!
Bacch. All is well:
And I’m o’erjoy’d at it.
Pam. Your actions speak it.
You’re still the charming girl I ever found you.