MYSIS

Mysis speaks this to her self, out of the hea ring of Pam philus. What might that be? This also is spoken by Mysis, out of the hea ring of Pam philus. Woe is me (silly wench that I am,) what news do I hear? This likewise she speaks to her self. These words do astony me for fear, (silly wench that I am) This speech of Mysis is over herd by Pam philus. I fear me wretch whereto this doubtful pang will break in the end, so as now it is very needful that either he come and speak with my Mistress himself, or else that I say somewhat to him as touching her. For while his mind hangs thus in doubt, it is carried here, and there, with the least thing in the world. God save you master Pamphilus. Do you not know? she is in labour with child: And for this the silly woman takes care and thought, because heretofore your marriage was appointed to been made as this day: Moreover she is in great fear least you will forsake her. I would not fear at all, if it lay only in you, but I fear how you will be able to hide the brunt of your father. This one thing I wot well: she hath deserved that you should be mindful of her. Truly I hope no less. I go for the midwife. Oh, I understand you. B Yrria, what sayest thou? shall she been married this day to Pamphilus? And yet this young man Pamphilus. Was as good as his word. For were it man child or woman child that my mistress were delivered of, he took order for the nur sing of it. Yea of and excellent good nature: But do you fol low me in presently, that she need not to stay for you. Who is there? Oh master Pamphilus, you meet me in very good time. My mistress bade me pray you for Gods sake, if you love her, that you will come to her, now out of hand. She says that she longs much to see you. Truly forsooth, and even that is the cause that the woeful woman is in sorrow for. Wherefore? High thee apace. Where about goest thou? What I pray Thee, on the bore ground? And why dost not thou do it thy self? I perceive you. But yet tell me, I pray Thee, how is it come upon thee to be so holy now of late? Why, what now? I wot not what thou sayest. I perceive not at all, what thou intendest to do. But if there been any thing that my help may stand you in stead, or that thou see further into the matter than I do: I will stay here, least you should be hind read of any benefit by my default. N Owe that I have made all things in a readiness for my daughters marriage, I am come again that I may cause her to be sent for. But what have we here? In good faith it is a child: woman didst thou lay this same child here? She looks of ter Davus. Whither is this fellow gone? Alack he is no where in sighed, woe is me (poor wench) the fellow is gone his ways, and left me here. I pray you sirrah, why did you leave me here all alone? Art thou well in thy wits, that askest me this question? Ahlas. Thou ravest, didst not thou thy self?— Thou railest. From among you. I pray God a very vengeance light on Thee, that so dost terrify me, poor wretch that I am. What wouldst thou? Dost not thou know? It is yours among you. Pamphilus. Why I pray Thee and is it not? What exclaiming makest thou? Oh thou brazen faast fellow. In good faith yet I thank God with all my heart, that there were some free women of the city, at my miss tres deliverance. In good sadness fellow, thou art not well in thy wits. Why I pray Thee, and is she not free of this City indeed? Alas for me unhappy wench that I am: In good sooth, old father, I have told nothing but truth. It seems that Davus off reth to worser lie and play with Mysis, seeking thereby to please her: and she will not a bide him. Touch me not thou varlet. By God if I tell not all this unto Glicerie, [never credit me.] What should I perceive? Why then, thou shouldst have told me so before. I pray you whom do I see? Is not this Crito, cousin German to Chrysis? it is even he. And you too good Crito. Yea truly forsooth, we poor souls are undone by his death. What we? Truly (as the proverb goes) We do as we may, sith we may not as we would. Would God she had. Oh Gaffar Crito, in good sooth full well dost thou keep thy old wont still. With a very-good will.