Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 6Bridges, Robert
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Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 6
Bridges, Robert
English drama; English poetry
_Ph._ I see you must.
_Pam._ How can I?
_Ph._ What do you say if I can make your father
Give Gorgo fifty pounds for being so much unlike
The lady he thinks her to be?
_Pam._ Impossible.
_Ph._ Nay, ’tis not.
_Pam._ Well, how?
_Ph._ Why, when your father scolds, turn round upon him;
Say you knew all along exactly what he would think,
And brought the lady here in the hope he’d see his way
To helping old Menedemus out of his scrape.
_Pam._ And then?
_Ph._ Tell him to offer Gorgo forty or fifty pounds,
If she will renounce her claim on Clinia.
_Pam._ Fifty pounds! 701
My father give fifty pounds!
_Ph._ Why, don’t you wish he would?
_Pam._ And what’s the use of wishing?
_Ph._ Try him.
_Pam._ I think you’re mad.
_Ph._ Try it; I’ll help you out. See here he comes.
_Re-enter Chremes._
_Chr._ Good heavens!
Pamphilus, here’s a sample of manners and good breeding.
How could you ever have thought of bringing that woman here?
_Pam._ You said you wanted to see her: I thought you wished her
to come.
_Chr._ When, sir, I blamed your friend, you said I could not judge,
Not having seen the lady. Did I not rightly judge?
_Ph._ (_aside_). Tell him you knew. Don’t stand there mum.
_Chr._ I am quite ashamed. 710
_Pam._ You see then what she is like?
_Chr._ Of course I see too well.
_Pam._ I knew, sir, all along exactly what you would think.
_Ph._ (_aside_). That’s right.
_Chr._ And yet you brought her?
_Pam._ You blame me, sir, too soon:
I have put within your reach the very thing you wished.
_Chr._ How so?
_Pam._ I thought you wished to help Menedemus out.
_Chr._ I do.
_Pam._ Why then, ’tis easy.
_Ph._ (_aside_). Bravo!
_Chr._ What do you mean?
_Pam._ Why, sir, we are all agreed the match would never do;
Then why in the world not put a stopper on it at once?
_Chr._ I don’t quite see your drift.
_Pam._ Why, forty or fifty pound
Would settle the matter.
_Chr._ How?
_Pam._ Just make the offer and see.
_Chr._ What offer?
_Ph._ O, I see.
_Chr._ I don’t see.
_Ph._ Capital! 721
_Chr._ I’m very dull, no doubt.
_Ph._ If ’twas my place to speak....
_Chr._ I don’t forbid you, sir.
_Ph._ Then, sir, I praise the scheme.
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