My mind misgave: attat, if that is so
Hence, hence our tears; hence, hence our misery.
Sos. I dread the sequel.
Sim. So the train proceeded.
We followed to the tomb—they placed the corpse,
Upon the pyre, and they raised the lament.
The sister then incautiously approached
The blazing pile, and doubtless was in peril.
Then Pamphilus betrayed the secret fire,
Hidden before, he sprung forth—caught the girl
About the waist, exclaimed, Glycerium,
Wherefore is this—why would you slay yourself?
And it was evident that burst of love
Was not the first which had ta'en place between them;
She flung herself on him familiarly.
Sos. What did you say?
Sim. Irate, with some ado,
I choked my anger, for of no avail
Had been reproaches then. He would have answered—
What have I done, my father? I have saved
A woman who had leapt into the flames.
To outward sight, it was so—and was right.
Sos. Truly, for if you objurgate a man
For saving life, what could you do to one
Devising evils and committing wrongs?
Sim. And the next day came Chremes unto me,
Indignantly declaring Pamphilus
Was wedded to this stranger. I denied it—
Said, there was no such thing; which reaverred
By him—I straightway came away and left
Him, in no mood to give to us a daughter.
Sos. Where is your son?
