_Simo._ You have heard it! Oh impudence! Now does he seem to care for what he says? does he seem to repent of his folly? does he betray any symptoms of shame? can he be so weak? [197]so totally regardless of the customs and laws of his country, and his father’s commands, as to wish to degrade himself by an infamous union with this woman? _Pam._ Unhappy wretch that I am! _Simo._ Ah! Pamphilus, is it only now that you have discovered that? long, long ago, I say, when you debased your inclinations, and were willing to sacrifice every thing to your desires; then it was that you might truly have called yourself unhappy. But what am I doing? why do I torment myself? why should I suffer? why imbitter my old age with his mad folly? Am I to pay the penalty of his offences? No: let him have her: I bid him farewell: let her supply the place of his father. _Pam._ Oh, my father! _Simo._ What need have you of a father? you, who have chosen a wife, children, and home, which are all of them disagreeable, and even obnoxious to that father? Persons are suborned hither too, [198]who say, that she is a citizen of Athens. You have conquered. _Pam._ Dear Sir, hear me but for a moment. _Simo._ What can you say? _Chremes._ Yet hear him, Simo, I entreat you. _Simo._ Hear him! Oh Chremes, what shall I hear? _Chremes._ Nevertheless, permit him to speak. _Simo._ Well, let him speak then, I permit it. _Pam._ Oh! my father: I confess that I love; and, if to love be a crime, I confess that I am guilty. But to you I submit: your commands I promise implicitly to obey: if you insist on my marriage with Philumena; and compel me to subdue my love [199]for Glycera, I will endeavour to comply with your commands: I implore only, that you will cease to accuse me of suborning hither this old man. Suffer me to bring him before you; that I may clear myself from this degrading suspicion[200]. _Simo._ What! bring him here? _Pam._ Suffer it, my father. _Chremes._ Simo, it is a just request: allow this stranger to come before you. _Pam._ Dear Sir, grant me this favour? _Simo._ Well, be it so. (_Pamphilus goes in._) Oh! Chremes, what would I not give, to be convinced that my son has not deceived me. _Chremes._ However great may be the faults of a son, a slight punishment satisfies a father. SCENE V. CHREMES, SIMO, CRITO, PAMPHILUS. _Crito._ Say no more, Pamphilus, I would do what you wish either for your sake, or for Glycera’s, or even my regard for truth would be a sufficient inducement. _Chremes._ Do I see Crito the Andrian? Yes, it is he! _Crito._ Well met, Chremes. _Chremes._ What brought you to Athens, who are such a stranger here? _Crito._ I came hither on business: but is this Simo? _Chremes._ Yes. _Simo._ Does he ask for me? Well, Sir, I am Simo: do you dare to say that Glycera is a citizen of Athens? _Crito._ Do you deny it? _Simo._ Are you come hither so well prepared? _Crito._ Prepared! for what?