Ah me! I fear that he believes me not, And judges of my heart from those of others. I in my conscience know, that nothing false I have deliver'd, nor to my true heart Is any dearer than this Phaedria: And whatsoe'er in this affair I've done, For the girl's sake I've done: for I'm in hopes I know her brother, a right noble youth. To-day I wait him, by his own appointment; Wherefore I'll in, and tarry for his coming. ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I. _PHAEDRIA, PARMENO._ PHAEDRIA. Carry the slaves according to my order. PAR. I will. PHAED. But diligently. PAR. Sir, I will. PHAED. But soon. PAR. I will, Sir! PHAED. Say, is it sufficient? PAR. Ah! what a question's that? as if it were So difficult! I wish, Sir Phaedria, You could gain aught so easy, as lose these. PHAED. I lose, what's dearer yet, my comfort with them. Repine not at my gifts. PAR. Not I: moreover I will convey them straight. But have you any Other commands? PHAED. Oh yes: set off our presents With words as handsome as you can: and drive, As much as possible, that rival from her! PAR. Ah, Sir, I should, of course, remember that. PHAED. I'll to the country, and stay there. PAR. O, aye! (_Ironically._) PHAED. But hark you! PAR. Sir, your pleasure? PHAED. Do you think I can with constancy hold out, and not Return before my time? PAR. Hold out? Not you. Either you'll straight return, or soon at night Your dreams will drive you out o' doors. PHAED. I'll toil; That, weary, I may sleep against my will. PAR. Weary you may be; but you'll never sleep. PHAED. Ah, Parmeno, you wrong me. I'll cast out This treacherous softness from my soul, nor thus Indulge my passions. Yes, I could remain, If need, without her even three whole days. PAR. Hui! three whole livelong days! consider, Sir. PHAED. I am resolved. _PARMENO alone._ Heav'ns, what a strange disease is this! that love Should so change men, that one can hardly swear They are the same!--No mortal liv'd Less weak, more grave, more temperate than he. --But who comes yonder?--Gnatho, as I live; The Captain's parasite! and brings along The Virgin for a present: oh rare wench! How beautiful! I shall come off, I doubt, But scurvily with my decrepit Eunuch. This Girl surpasses ev'n Thais herself. [Changes: _Harper_ Either you'll straight return, or soon at night Your dreams will drive you out o' doors. PHAED. I'll toil _Colman 1768_ Either you'll straight return, or want of sleep Will drive you forth at midnight. PHAED. I will toil _PARMENO alone._ _In 1768 edition this passage is labeled SCENE II._] SCENE II. _Enter GNATHO leading PAMPHILA; PARMENO behind._