SCENE I.
George Colman translation
Parmeno alone.
I’ faith my master holds my labor 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?”—No—no—All No.
“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?