PHaeD. Nay, hear me, Dorio!
DORIO. Not I.
PHaeD. But a word!
DORIO. Let me alone.
PHaeD. Pray hear me!
DORIO. I am tir'd With hearing the same thing a thousand times.
PHaeD. But what I'd say you would be glad to hear.
DORIO. Speak then! I hear.
PHaeD. Can't I prevail on you To stay but these three days?-- Nay, where d'ye go?
DORIO. I should have wonder'd had you said aught new.
ANT. (_behind_). This pimp, I fear, will work himself no good.
GETA. I fear so too.
PHaeD. Won't you believe me?
DORIO. Guess.
PHaeD. Upon my honor.
DORIO. Nonsense.
PHaeD. 'Tis a kindness Shall be repaid with interest.
DORIO. Words, words!
PHaeD. You'll be glad on't; you will, believe me.
DORIO. Pshaw!
PHaeD. Try; 'tis not long.
DORIO. You're in the same tune still.
PHaeD. My kinsman, parent, friend!----
DORIO. Aye, talk away.
PHaeD. Can you be so inflexible, so cruel.
That neither pity nor entreaties touch you?
DORIO. And can you be so inconsiderate, And so unconscionable, Phaedria, To think that you can talk me to your purpose, And wheedle me to give the girl for nothing?
ANT. (_behind_). Poor Phaedria!
PHaeD. (_to himself_). Alas! he speaks the truth.
GETA (_to ANTIPHO_). How well they each support their characters!
PHaeD. (_to himself_). Then that this evil should have come upon me, When Antipho was in the like distress!
ANT. (_going up_). Ha! what now, Phaedria?
PHaeD. Happy, happy Antipho!----
ANT. I?
PHaeD. Who have her you love in your possession, Nor e'er had plagues like these to struggle with!
ANT. In my possession? yes, I have, indeed, As the old saying goes, a wolf by th' ears: For I can neither part with her nor keep her.
DORIO. 'Tis just my case with him.
ANT. (_to DORIO_). Thou thorough bawd!
--(_To PHaeDRIA._) What has he done?
PHaeD. Done?--The inhuman wretch Has sold my Pamphila.
GETA. What! sold her?
ANT. Sold her?
PHaeD. Yes; sold her.
DORIO (_laughing_). Sold her.--What a monstrous crime!
A wench he paid his ready money for.
PHaeD. I can't prevail upon him to wait for me, And to stave off his bargain but three days; Till I obtain the money from my friends, According to their promise.--If I do not Pay it you then, don't wait a moment longer.
DORIO. You stun me.
ANT. 'Tis a very little time For which he asks your patience, Dorio.
Let him prevail on you; your complaisance Shall be requited doubly.
DORIO. Words; mere words!
ANT. Can you then bear to see your Pamphila Torn from this city, Phaedria?--Can you, Dorio, Divide their loves
DORIO. Nor I, nor you.