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Mysis alone.

Can we securely then count nothing ours?

Oh all ye Gods! I thought this Pamphilus

The greatest good my mistress could obtain,

Friend, lover, husband, ev’ry way a blessing:

And yet what woe, poor wretch, endures she not

On his account? Alas, more ill than good.

But here comes Davus.