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?