PHÆ. And I the third, how unhappily I perish!
NUR. I am struck dumb with amazement. Whither will thy speech tend?
PHÆ. To that point, whence we have not now lately become unfortunate.
NUR. I know not a whit further of the things I wish to hear.
PHÆ. Alas! would thou couldst speak the things which I must speak.
NUR. I am no prophetess so as to know clearly things hidden.
PHÆ. What is that thing, which they do call men's loving![[12]]
NUR. The same, my child, a most delightful thing, and painful withal.
PHÆ. One of the two feelings I must perceive.
NUR. What say'st? Thou lovest, my child? What man!