ACT I.
SCENE I.——SOSTRATUS, CLITIDAS.
Cli. (aside). He is buried in thought.
Sos. (believing himself alone). No, Sostratus, I do not see where you can look for help, and your troubles are of a kind to leave you no hope.
Cli. (aside). He is talking to himself.
Sos. (believing himself alone). Alas!
Cli. These sighs must mean something, and my surmise will prove correct.
Sos. (believing himself alone). Upon what fancies can you build any hope? And what else can you expect but the protracted length of a miserable existence, and sorrow to end only with life itself.
Cli. (aside). His head is more perplexed than mine.