Pamphilos alone.
He's gone. What shall I do? Alas! I scarcely know How to conceal, as Myrrhina desir'd, Her daughter's labor. Yet I pity her; And what I can, consistent with my duty, I am resolv'd to do: and yet my parents Must be obey'd before my love. - But see! My father and Phidippus come this way. How I shall act, Heav'n knows.