 | The Step-Mother |  |
SCENE I.
PARMENOalone.
I'faith my master holds my labour cheap,
To send me to the Citadel for nothing,
Where I have waited the whole day in vain
For his Myconian, Callidemides.
There was I sitting, gaping like a fool,
And running up, if any one appear'd,
—“Are you, Sir, a Myconian?”—“No not I.”—
—“But your name's Callidemides?”—“Not it.”—
“And have not you a guest here, of the name
“Of Pamphilus?”—All answer'd, No.
In short, I don't believe there's such a man.
At last I grew asham'd, and so sneak'd off.
—But is't not Bacchis that I see come forth
From our new kinsman? What can she do there?
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