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
_Chr._ Indeed I must. For either I was grossly deceived
In a manner I cannot believe—I gave them money too—
Or else—
_Men._ Well, lose no time, I pray: I am less at ease
In the matter now, than when you told me first.
_Chr._ Indeed
I fear you have cause: I’ll go at once. Farewell.
[_Exit._
_Men._ Farewell.
A silly hoax no doubt. I wish ’twere half as likely
That Chremes was wrong about the girl. ’Tis very strange 1019
That he should suddenly take such an active interest
In my affairs. I think he’s a little meddlesome,
With all his kindness and thought. But that’s the way
of the world. [_Exit._
_Re-enter Chremes and Pamphilus._
_Chr._ See Gorgo at once, I say, and get it back if you can.
_Pam._ Why, father?
_Chr._ I’ll tell you. Clinia your friend is dead.
_Pam._ Impossible.
_Chr._ No. I have seen two Persians just arrived,
Who say he was slain in battle.
_Pam._ Does old Menedemus know?
_Chr._ He does.
_Pam._ And how does he take it?
_Chr._ Why? How should he take it?
_Pam._ How should I know? The cross old hunks.
_Chr._ Stop! Pamphilus.
You wrong him; he’s distracted: and now in consequence, 1029
He has made up his mind to adopt that woman.
_Pam._ Gorgo?
_Chr._ Yes.
How can you laugh?
_Pam._ Well, if he adopts her, what’s the use
Of asking her for the money now? Menedemus will pay.
_Chr._ You do, please, as I say. Of course it’s impossible
To adopt her: I intimated to him as much, but still
He wants to judge for himself. I promised to send her tó him.
As soon as the ladies return from the bath explain this tó her.
And take her across; at least if I’m not back from town.
_Pam._ You go to the town?
_Chr._ I have promised to bring these Persians back;
We wish to establish the news they brought. They half engaged 1039
To await me here, but it seems they are gone.
_Pam._ Can I go fór you?
_Chr._ Ay, ay. Yet no. (_aside_) Nay, I shall have to explain to them
That I am not Menedemus,—I fear I must go myself.
I think I shall not be long. You do as I told you, please;
And tell your mother where I am gone.
_Pam._ I hope you’ll find them.
_Chr._ I shan’t come back without ’em. [_Exit._
_Pam._ (_aside_). Good-bye then, dad, for ever!
ACT · IV
_PAMPHILUS and CLINIA._
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