Chr.If it is any sorrow or trouble that has driven you to this,
I am very sorry. But . . . what is it? Tell me, I pray.
Whatever can you have done, that calls for such a penance?
Men. Ay me!
Chr. Come! don’t give way: confide to me this affair.
Trust me: keep nothing back, I entreat you: have no fear.
Surely I may either help, or advise, or at least console you.
Men. You really wish to know?
Chr.Yes, for the reason I gave.
Men. I’ll tell you.