PHÆ. Would that I never be discovered to have injured him.
NUR. What then this dreadful thing that impels thee to die?
PHÆ. Suffer me to err, for against thee I err not.
NUR. Not willingly [dost thou do so,] but 'tis through thee that I shall perish.[[10]]
PHÆ. What are you doing? you oppress me, hanging on me with your hand.
NUR. And never will I let go these knees.
PHÆ. Ills to thyself wilt thou hear, O wretched woman, if thou shalt hear these ills.
NUR. [Still will I cling:] for what greater evil can befall me than to lose thee?
PHÆ. You will be undone.[[11]] The thing however brings honor to me.
NUR. And dost thou then hide what is useful, when I beseech thee?