CHREMES. I'll to her instantly: and prithee, Crito, Along with me! for sure she knows me not. (_Exeunt CHREMES and CRITO._ SIMO. Why do you not give orders instantly To bring her to our house? PAM. Th' advice is good. I'll give that charge to Davus. SIMO. It can't be. PAM. Why? SIMO. He has other business of his own, Of nearer import to himself. PAM. What business? SIMO. He's bound. PAM. Bound! how, Sir! SIMO. How, Sir?--neck and heels. PAM. Ah, let him be enlarg'd. SIMO. It shall be done. PAM. But instantly. SIMO. I'll in, and order it. (_Exit._ PAM. Oh what a happy, happy day is this! [Changes: _Harper_ CHREMES. His name? CRITO. His name so quickly!-- Phania. CHREMES. Amazement! CRITO. By my troth, I think 'twas Phania _Colman 1768_ CHREMES. His name? CRITO. His name so quickly!-- Phania. CHREMES. Amazement! CRITO. Troth, I think 'twas Phania] SCENE VII. _Enter CHARINUS behind._ CHAR. I come to see what Pamphilus is doing: And there he is! PAM. And is this true?--yes, yes, I know 'tis true, because I wish it so. Therefore I think the life of Gods eternal, For that their joys are permanent: and now, My soul hath her content so absolute, That I too am immortal, if no ill Step in betwixt me and this happiness. Oh, for a bosom-friend now to pour out My ecstasies before him! CHAR. What's this rapture? (_Listening._) PAM. Oh, yonder's Davus: nobody more welcome: For he, I know, will join in transport with me. SCENE VIII. _Enter DAVUS._ DAVUS (_entering_). Where's Pamphilus? PAM. Oh Davus! DAVUS. Who's there? PAM. I. DAVUS. Oh Pamphilus! PAM. You know not my good fortune. DAVUS. Do you know my ill fortune? PAM. To a tittle. DAVUS. 'Tis after the old fashion, that my ills Should reach your ears, before your joys reach mine. PAM. Glycerium has discover'd her relations. DAVUS. O excellent! CHAR. How's that? (_Listening._) PAM. Her father is Our most near friend. DAVUS. Who? PAM. Chremes. DAVUS. Charming news! PAM. And I'm to marry her immediately. CHAR. Is this man talking in his sleep, and dreams On what he wishes waking? (_Listening._) PAM. And moreover, For the child, Davus---- DAVUS. Ah, Sir, say no more. You're th' only favorite of the Gods. CHAR. I'm made, If this be true. I'll speak to them. (_Comes forward._) PAM. Who's there? Charinus! oh, well met. CHAR. I give you joy. PAM. You've heard then---- CHAR. Ev'ry word: and prithee now, In your good fortune, think upon your friend. Chremes is now your own; and will perform Whatever you shall ask. PAM. I shall remember. 'Twere tedious to expect his coming forth: Along with me then to Glycerium! Davus, do you go home, and hasten them To fetch her hence. Away, away! DAVUS. I go. (_Exeunt PAMPHILUS and CHARINUS._ (_DAVUS addressing the audience._) Wait not till they come forth: within She'll be betroth'd; within, if aught remains Undone, 'twill be concluded--Clap your hands!