Ire. Methinks your experience, uncle, should teach you
That such a question was not to be ask'd.
Well, if I did love[367] him, 'twas 'cause I thought
That he lov'd me; but if he does not,
I pardon him: for I am certain he
Once believ'd it himself.
Pin. If ever love
Make any deep impression in you,
I am deceiv'd.
Ire. His dart may strike as far into me
As into another, for aught you know, uncle.
Pin. You have ill-luck else, niece.
Enter Phormio, Ergasto, Cleon.
Phor. Nay, it is most certain, the town is full of it:
Milesia, I know not how, is alive again:
Eugenio is made governor; though you were constant,
You can have no longer hopes of Hermione:
Therefore let me advise you, make that seem
Your own election which'll else be enforcement:
Quit your interest in Hermione, and renew
Your suit to Irene.
Erg. Observe me.
Pin. Welcome, my lords, do you know this lady?
Erg. Most perfectly, and came to congratulate
With the prince for her double recovery.
Lys. I thank you, my lord; and when my friend and you
Are reconcil'd, you may assure yourself
I am your servant.