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
_PAMPHILUS._
’TIS simply ruin, Clinia; pray come back at once.
Do wait till after dinner.
_CLINIA._
I couldn’t.
_Pam._ The governor
Will smoke it all if you go: ’twill break our party up.
_Clin._ My father thinks I am killed.
_Pam._ What matter so you’re not?
_Clin._ He’ll be so grieved. Indeed I can’t consider
your party. 1050
_Pam._ You’re most ungrateful.
_Clin._ Nay indeed, good Pamphilus,
I am much obliged for all your kindness; I say so again.
But this I told you expressly I did not wish.
_Pam._ You’ve got
More than you ever hoped. Antiphila here: your father
Brought nicely round: and all through my good management.
And now you’ll throw me over for want of a little patience.
_Clin._ To be free with you, I do not like being half
drawn in, as I am,
To tricking your father of fifty pounds. Besides I am here
Under a false name, as his guest. Antiphila too
Is passing off for somebody else, I know not who;
While you and Philolaches have deceived your father and mine, 1061
In a way that I cannot be party to.
_Pam._ Wait. Here comes my father.
I’ll show you now what kind of a temper I risk for you.
_Enter Chremes from town._
_CHREMES._
Wheu! back at last. Wheu, wheu! my word! as hot as hot!
Wheu! bah! and all this worry and flurry for nothing: wheu!
I am covered and choked with dust. I wish most heartily
These Persians had found their grave at Chrysnotaparoys.
I vow that the famous army of Darius never gave
Such trouble to brave Miltiades at Marathon,
As these two rascally slinkers have given to me. Wheu! Wheu! 1070
_Pam._ (_advancing_). Have you not found them, father?
_Chr._ If I have found them? No.
I went to the port; the ship I found there sure enough,
But I could not hear of them. A single passenger,
They said, had landed; and he was a Greek. I enquired besides
At all the houses along the road: there was not a man,
Who had even so much as seen them.
_Sostrata_ (_within_). Chremes! Chremes!
_Chr._ Ah!
_Enter Sostrata from Chremes’ house._
_SOSTRATA._
O husband! husband!
_Chr._ O wife! wife!
_Sost._ She is found, she is found!
_Chr._ Who’s found?
_Sost._ Our daughter, our long-lost daughter
is found.
_Chr._ What now?
_Sost._ Look! this is the necklace, this the ring.
_Chr._ Why, what d’ye mean?
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