Which, brought by war to Egypt’s mart,
From thence—with many gawds beside,
Now mine—my grandsire took, when he, 1600
Crossing in ship the Libyan sea,
Sailed up the mighty river wide;
But these for beauty stood alone.
Pen. I thank thee. This I’ll not deny
For some misdeeds may well atone.
Who cometh next?
Amph.Lady, ’tis I: