Byr. Why not? since at the least
You will inform him she a gallant has,
Ready prepared to act.
Cha. Brute, he you off
With your suspicions.
Pam. Salvè, Charinus.
Cha. Salvè, O, Pamphilus.
I come unto you, hoping and expecting
Health and assistance.
Pam. Pol! I am not
In a position now to grant assistance.
But tell me what it is.
Cha. To-day you wed?
Pam. They say so.
Cha. If it be so, Pamphilus,
We meet no more.
Pam. Why so?
Cha. I dare not say.
Speak, Byrrhia, and tell all.
Byr. Am I to speak?
Pam. What is it? say.
Byr. That he loves your betrothed.
Pam. Well, tastes are different. Charinus, tell me
Hath there aught passed betwixt you?
Cha. Nothing;
O, Pamphilus.
Pam. Would that there had been so.
Cha. Now by our friendship and by love, I pray,
You will not wed her.
Pam. I will help what I can.
Cha. But if you must so—if your heart is set—
Pam. My heart is set?
