Chapter 162

_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._