SIMO. They say so!--Oh amazing impudence!---- Does he consider what he says? does he Repent the deed? or does his color take The hue of shame?--To be so weak of soul, Against the custom of our citizens, Against the law, against his father's will, To wed himself to shame and this vile woman. PAM. Wretch that I am! SIMO. Ah, Pamphilus! d'ye feel Your wretchedness at last? Then, then, when first You wrought upon your mind at any rate To gratify your passion: from that hour Well might you feel your state of wretchedness. --But why give in to this? Why torture thus, Why vex my spirit? Why afflict my age For his distemp'rature? Why rue his sins? --No; let him have her, joy in her, live with her. PAM. My father!---- SIMO. How, my father!--can I think You want this father? You that for yourself A home, a wife, and children have acquir'd Against your father's will? And witnesses Suborn'd, to prove that she's a citizen? --You've gain'd your point. PAM. My father, but one word! SIMO. What would you say? CHREMES. Nay, hear him, Simo. SIMO. Hear him? What must I hear then, Chremes! CHREMES. Let him speak. SIMO. Well, let him speak: I hear him. PAM. I confess, I love Glycerium: if it be a fault, That too I do confess. To you, my father, I yield myself: dispose me as you please! Command me! Say that I shall take a wife; Leave her; I will endure it, as I may---- This only I beseech you, think not I Suborn'd this old man hither.--Suffer me To clear myself, and bring him here before you. SIMO. Bring him here! PAM. Let me, father! CHREMES. 'Tis but just: Permit him! PAM. Grant me this! SIMO. Well, be it so. (_Exit PAMPHILUS._ I could bear all this bravely, Chremes; more, Much more, to know that he deceiv'd me not. CHREMES. For a great fault a little punishment Suffices to a father. SCENE VI. _Re-enter PAMPHILUS with CRITO._ CRITO. Say no more! Any of these inducements would prevail: Or your entreaty, or that it is truth, Or that I wish it for Glycerium's sake. CHREMES. Whom do I see? Crito, the Andrian? Nay certainly 'tis Crito. CRITO. Save you, Chremes! CHREMES. What has brought you to Athens? CRITO. Accident. But is this Simo? CHREMES. Aye. SIMO. Asks he for me? So, Sir, you say that this Glycerium Is an Athenian citizen? CRITO. Do you Deny it? SIMO. What then are you come prepar'd? CRITO. Prepar'd! for what? SIMO. And dare you ask for what? Shall you go on thus with impunity? Lay snares for inexperienc'd, lib'ral youth, With fraud, temptation, and fair promises Soothing their minds?---- CRITO. Have you your wits? SIMO. --And then With marriage solder up their harlot loves? PAM. Alas, I fear the stranger will not bear this. (_Aside._) CHREMES. Knew you this person, Simo, you'd not think thus: He's a good man. SIMO. A good man he?--To come, Although at Athens never seen till now, So opportunely on the wedding-day!---- Is such a fellow to be trusted, Chremes?