Was wrecked on Andros, and that there he died.
The father of this Chrysis took the child
Orphan'd and wrecked, an infant—'tis absurd!
To me it seems a most unlikely tale,
To them it seems most cleverly devised.
Here Mysis comes forth from her—I will hence
Unto the Forum to find Pamphilus,
And warn him of these matters going on.
ACT I.—Scene 4.—Mysis—Archillis.
Mys. Nonsense, Archillis, what you talk about;
What! Lesbia? Pol, a woman wine-bibber,
And rash withal—and to commit to her
The management in this—a first-born's birth!
And must I bring her home? Behold you now
The trickery of these—contipplers both.
Gods grant unto my mistress a good time;
If they must blunder let it be elsewhere.
Eh! what's the matter now with Pamphilus?
I fear what it may be, must stop and know,
I fear he brings us tidings of some woe.
ACT I.—Scene 5.—Pamphilus—Mysis.
Pam. Now, is this human—this vile enterprise?
Say, is this deed paternal?
Mys. What is what?
Pam. O faith of gods and man! What is, I say,
A vile indignity, if this be not—
To marry me to-day, nor think it meet
To ask me, or communicate the fact.
