_Clin._ I will; but, Pamphilus, I have a strong presentiment Of some misfortune, I know not what. _Pam._ Why, what’s the matter? _Clin._ Were nothing the matter, they certainly would have been here by this. _Pam._ Nonsense. Doesn’t it strike you it’s some way off? and then You know how it is with women, they are always about a year Putting on their things and getting themselves up. _Clin._ But only fancy if really she should have forgotten me! 530 Yes,—while like a fool I ran away from home, And wandered I know not where, fall’n in deep disgrace, Undutiful to my father, for whom I am now sorry And ashamed of my conduct towards him;—thou, yes, O thou hast Deserted me, my Antiphila. What shall I do? _Pam._ Look, look! I see them coming. _Clin._ Where? _Pam._ Well, here’s Philolaches, Who comes to announce them, (_aside_) and on his shoulders a mighty bale Of Persian togs. _Enter Philolaches with a large bundle._ _Clin._ He has come without them! (_To Phil._) Tell me, sir, Do the ladies come? _PHILOLACHES._ They follow; I come before, Because there’s not a woman in Athens would walk with me 540 Carrying such a bundle along the public streets. I was almost ashamed of myself. (_Sets bundle down._) _Clin._ But does she know I am here? _Ph._ Or else had never come. _Clin._ You have actually seen her then? _Ph._ I’ll tell you all I saw. The business was, I think, To discover if she was true? _Clin._ It was. Indeed I feared— _Ph._ Then I have discovered it for you. _Clin._ If you have really done so, Tell me your news at once. _Ph._ Attend. When first I came To the house, I knocked. Out came an old woman and opened the door; I struck past her into the room. Of all the ways Of finding out how she has been living all these months, 550 This suddenly breaking in on her was the best: this gave me A pretty good guess at her usual way of spending the time: There’s nothing like it for showing what people really are. I came upon her hard at work at her tapestry, Dressed in a common gown: no gold about her; none Of the rouge and powder, that women bedaub their faces with: She was dressed like those who dress for themselves: her hair was loose And pushed back carelessly from her face— _Clin._ Go on, I pray. _Ph._ The old woman was spinning the woof: one servant girl besides 559 Wove with her, quite in rags, untidy and dirty.