_Chr._ Well, you deny it, do you? I’ll ask you is this true or not. You found that I, With a view to help our neighbour, wished to see the girl That got his son into trouble. You undertook to bring her. I trusted you wholly, could not expect to be played on bý you; You knew her, and I did not, had never heard her name; And this you knew, and took occasion to introduce A different person altogether, a friend of your own, A woman whose very presence was an insult; and not content 1250 With abusing my confidence & kindness, my sheer disgust You turned to your own account, and so, on a mock pretence Of doing my neighbour a wonderful service, made me pay I don’t know what. You blinded me, and robbed me, and all the while ’Twas yóur víle místress I was entertaining for you, And paying out of my pocket for nothing. Is that not true? Was it not enough to have this creature sit down to dine With your mother and me? ay, and with your sister? and as for her, Yóu have been the means of aspersing her character, The day when she is restored to the family. Yes, ’tis she 1260 Is the lady in question, and I have been running here and there To diffame my own daughter to my neighbour, and thanks to you Have been a pretty fool! And if his son returns,— For now I am so confused that whether he’s living or dead I have not a notion,—but if, I say, he should return, And ask Antiphila’s hand, would then Menedemus believe That I did not tell him the truth before I knew any cause To wish for one thing more than another? I say be off! Ask me what you’ve done? A treasure of innocence You are! Begone! I’ll never see you again. Begone! _Ph._ For patience’ sake, one word from me, sir! Pamphilus 1271 Was not so much in fault; I am the one to blame: He truly intended to introduce Antiphila; And I was sent to fetch her: but when it appeared her friends Would not consent to allow that you should interfere Between Menedemus and her, then, on the spur of the moment, The ladies were changed, & that at my suggestion, sir. _Chr._ I interfere, you say? ’Tis you that interfere, I think. Pray hold your tongue; or if you wish to advise, Advise your friend again: he needs it more than I; Maybe he’ll thank you for it. I neither ask nor want it. 1281 _Re-enter Sostrata._ (_To Pam._) To you, sir, I have no more to add. Begone at once! ’Twill spare your sister pain, if she sh^d never know you; Not that there’s aught to lose. Now, if there is anything You want in the house, go in at once and fetch it. Look, I’ll give you half an hour. _Sost._ Chremes, what are you saying? _Chr._ I have only said, wife, what I told you; and you may now Bid your dear Pamphilus good-bye.