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Enter Mysis. (Speaking to a servant within.)

I hear, Archyllis; I hear what you say:

You beg me to bring Lesbia. By my troth

That Lesbia is a drunken wretch, hot-headed,

Nor worthy to be trusted with a woman

In her first labor. Well, well! she shall come.

—Observe how earnest the old gossip is, (Coming forward)

Because this Lesbia is her pot-companion.

—Oh grant my mistress, Heav’n, a safe delivery,

And let the midwife trespass any where

Rather than here!—But what is it I see?

Pamphilus all disorder’d: How I fear

The cause! I’ll wait a while, that I may know

If this commotion means us any ill.