ACT IV.—Scene 6.—Mysis—Davus.
Mys. Do not come near me—keep away—you beast,
Pol! If Glycerium knew what you have said—
Dav. Hist! silly one! Do you not see our drift?
Mys. What drift? Not I.
Dav. He is the sire-in-law,
And in that manner, don't you see, we have
Informed him what we wanted.
Mys. Hem! But you
Should have forewarned me.
Dav. Ah, nay, not at all!
That which is done in nature, out of hand,
Is better than premeditated art.
ACT IV.—Scene 7.—Crito—Mysis—Davus.
Cri. Chrysis, they tell me, lodges in this street,
Who better loved dishonest luxury
Than a good name with honest poverty.
All her effects, by law, belong to me,
For she, I hear, is dead. I must inquire,
Eh? salvè.
Mys. Whom do my eyes behold, eh?
Is this not Crito, cousin unto Chrysis?
Cri. O Mysis, salvè!
Mys. And salvè also Crito!
Cri. And so, poor Chrysis, eh?
Mys. Ah! the poor soul
Has left us wretched.
