Pel. Sweet wretches! Here's a turn!
My little Phania! Friend, what shall we do?
Ste. Again the finger of the gods.
Pel. The gods
To limbo! I will save my daughter!
Ste. Yours?
Pel. Yea, by each hour of prattle at my knee!
By all my care that's been her constant nurse,
And every joy that from devotion sprang
To meet me like a flower as she grew,
She's mine, mine, mine! Oh, Stesilaus, oh,
Whosever she may be, I love the chick,
And she shall not be damned!
[Enter, upper left, Sachinessa and Archippe]
Ste. Here's a reproach
Comes with a dual mouth. If we show doubt,
They'll put us under pestle. Rally, sir!
Sac. [To Archippe] Are you all lump?
Pick up your courage. Why!
The gods are gods by their audacity.
I'll bring it off. Now, Pelagon?
Pel. [Who has turned to flee] What, you,
My love?
Sac. Such heavy news! Enough to make
The gods no more co-venture with a world
Augmented so!