Valentinus.
I promise nothing, but I’ll do my best!
Tertulla.
[Reassured.] Ah, then, I know it will come out right! [She goes with Maronis and Quartilla.]
Pertinax.
[Returns.] O woe, woe! A plague may all the gods and goddesses send upon you for a Thessalian sorcerer! O gladly with these two hands would I choke you like a noxious nettle and cast you out to extreme and uttermost perdition, so abominably by our arts in restoring sight to Tertulla have you destroyed my happiness!
Valentinus.
Is that word worthy of an incarnate god?
Pertinax.
You speak truly! Blameworthy am I alone! By my impious and sacrilegious act I have upset my apple-waggon for all eternity! I am a wretch, one born with all the gods my foes! [He throws himself into a chair and covers his face with his cloak.]