Part 19 (1/2)

CRITO. By my troth, I think 'twas Phania; But this I'm sure, he said he was of Rhamnus.

CHREMES. Oh Jupiter!

CRITO. These circ.u.mstances, Chremes, Were known to many others, then in Andros.

CHREMES. Heav'n grant it may be as I wis.h.!.+--Inform me, Whose daughter, said he, was the child? his own?

CRITO. No, not his own.

CHREMES. Whose then?

CRITO. His brother's daughter.

CHREMES. Mine, mine undoubtedly!

CRITO. What say you?

SIMO. How!

PAM. Hark, Pamphilus!

SIMO. But why believe you this?

CHREMES. That Phania was my brother.

SIMO. True. I knew him.

CHREMES. He, to avoid the war, departed hence: And fearing 'twere unsafe to leave the child, Embark'd with her in quest of me for Asia: Since when I've heard no news of him till now.

PAM. I'm scarce myself, my mind is so enrapt With fear, hope, joy, and wonder of so great, So sudden happiness.

SIMO. Indeed, my Chremes, I heartily rejoice she's found your daughter.

PAM. I do believe you, father.

CHREMES. But one doubt There still remains, which gives me pain.

PAM. Away With all your doubts! you puzzle a plain cause. (_Aside._)

CRITO. What is that doubt?

CHREMES. The name does not agree.

CRITO. She had another, when a child.

CHREMES. What, Crito?

Can you remember?

CRITO. I am hunting for it.

PAM. Shall then his memory oppose my bliss, When I can minister the cure myself?