Scene IV.

Enter Pamphilus .

Sostra. My dear boy, Pamphilus!

Pam. My mother, save you! (Disordered.)

Sostra. I'm glad to see you safe return'd - How does Your wife!

Pam. A little better.

Sostra. Grant it, Heav'n! - But why d'ye weep, and why are you so sad?

Pam. Nothing, good mother.

Sostra. What was all that bustle? Tell me, did pain attack her suddenly?

Pam. It did.

Sostra. And what is her complaint?

Pam. A fever.

Sostra. What! a quotidian?

Par. So they say. - But in, Good mother, and I'll follow.

Sostra. Be it so.

Exit.

Pam. Do you run, Parmeno, to meet the servants, And give your help in bringing home the baggage.

Par. As if they did not know the road!

Pam. Away!

Exit Parmeno .