Wishing to unite, drove her to these wanderings.
A bitter wooer didst thou find, O virgin,
For thy marriage. For the words you now have heard
Think not yet to be the prelude.
Io. Ah! me! me! alas! alas!
Pr. Again dost shriek and heave a sigh? What
Wilt thou do when the remaining ills thou learn'st?
Ch. And hast thou any further suffering to tell her?
Pr. Ay, a tempestuous sea of baleful woe.
Io. What profit, then, for me to live, and not in haste