father's will? And witnesses
Suborn'd, to prove that she's a citizen?
--You've gain'd your point.

PAM. My father, but one word!

SIMO. What would you say?

CHREMES. Nay, hear him, Simo.

SIMO. Hear him?
What must I hear then, Chremes!

CHREMES. Let him speak.

SIMO. Well, let him speak: I hear him.

PAM. I confess,
I love Glycerium: if it be a fault,
That too I do confess. To you, my father,
I yield myself: dispose me as you please!
Command me! Say that I shall take a wife;
Leave her; I will endure it, as I may----
This only I beseech you, think not I
Suborn'd this old man hither.--Suffer me
To clear myself, and bring him here before you.

SIMO. Bring him here!

PAM. Let me, father!

CHREMES. 'Tis but just:
Permit him!

PAM. Grant me this!

SIMO. Well, be it so. (_Exit PAMPHILUS._
I could bear all this bravely, Chremes; more,
Much more, to know that he deceiv'd me not.

CHREMES. For a great fault a little punishment
Suffices to a father.

SCENE VI.

_Re-enter PAMPHILUS with CRITO._

CRITO. Say no more!
Any of these inducements would prevail:
Or your entreaty, or that it is truth,
Or that I wish it for Glycerium's sake.

CHREMES. Whom do I see? Crito, the Andrian?
Nay certainly 'tis Crito.

CRITO. Save you, Chremes!

CHREMES. What has brought you to Athens?

CRITO. Accident.
But is this Simo?

CHREMES. Aye.

SIMO. Asks he for me?
So, Sir, you say that this Glycerium
Is an Athenian citizen?

CRITO. Do you
Deny it?

SIMO. What then are you come prepar'd?

CRITO. Prepar'd! for what?

SIMO. And dare you ask for what?
Shall you go on thus with impunity?
Lay snares for inexperienc'd, lib'ral youth,
With fraud, temptation, and fair promises
Soothing their minds?----

CRITO. Have you your wits?

SIMO. --And then
With marriage solder up their harlot loves?

PAM. Alas, I fear the stranger will not bear this. (_Aside._)

CHREMES. Knew you this person, Simo, you'd not think thus:
He's a good man.

SIMO. A good man he?--To come,
Although at Athens never seen till now,
So opportunely on the wedding-day!----
Is such a fellow to be trusted, Chremes?

PAM. But that I fear my father, I could make
That matter clear to him. (_Aside._)

SIMO. A Sharper!

CRITO. How?

CHREMES. It is his humor, Crito: do not heed him.

CRITO. Let him look to 't. If he persists in saying
Whate'er he pleases, I shall make him hear
Something that may displease him.--Do I stir
In these aff