The. She cried—
Ah, yes—I heard— What did she mean?
Phil. The truth.
The. Make me not mad!—He's never entered here.
Phil. Why should he when a little gold will buy
A hand for any deed?
The. The gold—the gold
He gave to Brentio! Dear Juno, help!
My mind strays from me.
Phil. Hast not found him changed?