SIMO. Phaedrus they said, Clinia, or Niceratus, For all these three then follow'd her.--"Well, well, But what of Pamphilus?"--"Of Pamphilus! He supp'd, and paid his reck'ning."--I was glad. Another day I made the like inquiry, But still found nothing touching Pamphilus. Thus I believ'd his virtue prov'd, and hence Thought him a miracle of continence: For he who struggles with such spirits, yet Holds in that commerce an unshaken mind, May well be trusted with the governance Of his own conduct. Nor was I alone Delighted with his life, but all the world With one accord said all good things, and prais'd My happy fortunes, who possess'd a son So good, so lib'rally disposed.--In short Chremes, seduc'd by this fine character, Came of his own accord, to offer me His only daughter with a handsome portion In marriage with my son. I lik'd the match; Betroth'd my son; and this was pitch'd upon, By joint agreement, for the wedding-day. SOSIA. And what prevents it's being so? SIMO. I'll tell you. In a few days, the treaty still on foot, This neighbor Chrysis dies. SOSIA. In happy hour: Happy for you! I was afraid of Chrysis. SIMO. My son, on this event, was often there With those who were the late gallants of Chrysis; Assisted to prepare the funeral, Ever condol'd, and sometimes wept with them. This pleas'd me then; for in myself I thought, "Since merely for a small acquaintance-sake He takes this woman's death so nearly, what If he himself had lov'd? What would he feel For me, his father?" All these things, I thought; Were but the tokens and the offices Of a humane and tender disposition. In short, on his account, e'en I myself Attend the funeral, suspecting yet No harm. SOSIA. And what---- SIMO. You shall hear all. The Corpse Borne forth, we follow: when among the women Attending there, I chanc'd to cast my eyes, Upon one girl, in form---- SOSIA. Not bad, perhaps---- SIMO. And look; so modest, and so beauteous, Sosia! That nothing could exceed it. As she seem'd To grieve beyond the rest; and as her air Appear'd more liberal and ingenuous, I went and ask'd her women who she was. Sister, they said, to Chrysis: when at once It struck my mind; "So! so! the secret's out; Hence were those tears, and hence all that compassion!" SOSIA. Alas! I fear how this affair will end! SIMO. Meanwhile the funeral proceeds: we follow; Come to the sepulchre: the body's plac'd Upon the pile, lamented: whereupon This sister I was speaking of, all wild, Ran to the flames with peril of her life. Then! there! the frighted Pamphilus betrays His well-dissembled and long-hidden love: Runs up, and takes her round the waist, and cries, "Oh my Glycerium! what is it you do? Why, why endeavor to destroy yourself?" Then she, in such a manner, that you thence Might easily perceive their long, long, love, Threw herself back into his arms, and wept, Oh how familiarly! SOSIA. How say you!