LACH. They'll be your friends, When once they know the reason of your coming. PHID. Aye, aye, they'll be your friends, I promise you, When they once learn your errand; for you'll free Them from mistake, yourself from all suspicion. BACCH. I'm cover'd with confusion. I'm asham'd To see Philumena.-- (_To her women._) You two in after me. (_Exeunt PHIDIPPUS, BACCHIS, etc._ _LACHES alone._ What is there that could please me more than this, That Bacchis, without any loss, should gain Favor from them, and do me service too? For if she really has withdrawn herself From Pamphilus, it will increase, she knows, Her reputation, interest, and honor: Since by this generous act she will at once Oblige my son, and make us all her friends. (_Exit._ ACT THE FIFTH. SCENE I. _PARMENO alone._ I' faith my master holds my labor cheap, To send me to the Citadel for nothing, Where I have waited the whole day in vain For his Myconian, Callidemides. There was I sitting, gaping like a fool, And running up, if any one appear'd, --"Are you, Sir, a Myconian?"--"No, not I."---- --"But your name's Callidemides?"--"Not it."---- "And have not you a guest here of the name Of Pamphilus?"--All answer'd, No. In short, I don't believe there's such a man. At last I grew asham'd, and so sneak'd off. --But is't not Bacchis that I see come forth From our new kinsman? What can she do there? [Changes: _Harper_ Of Pamphilus?"--All answer'd, No. _Colman 1768_ Of Pamphilus?"--No--no--All No.] SCENE II. _Enter BACCHIS._ BACCH. Oh Parmeno, I'm glad I've met with you. Run quick to Pamphilus. PAR. On what account? BACCH. Tell him that I desire he'd come. PAR. To you? BACCH. No; to Philumena. PAR. Why? what's the matter? BACCH. Nothing to you; so ask no questions. PAR. Must I Say nothing else? BACCH. Yes; tell him too, That Myrrhina acknowledges the ring, Which formerly he gave me, as her daughter's. PAR. I understand you. But is that all? BACCH. All. He'll come the moment that you tell him that. What! do you loiter? PAR. No, i' faith, not I. I have not had it in my pow'r, I've been So bandied to and fro, sent here and there, Trotting, and running up and down all day. (_Exit._ SCENE III. _BACCHIS alone._