“As the gods love me! if this befell me, I should refuse my food and starve myself to death!”
“I cannot do that.”
“What! you lack the resolution?”
“I can bear what is on me laid by God.”
“There is no need to endure what can be avoided. I would make short work of it, were this my lot. And your husband?”
“He is here.”
Through the door came the actor, a handsome man, of Greek type, with a package in his arms. He would have walked straight to his wife, but had to turn at the door and drive off a clamorous pack of urchins who had pursued him, believing that he was laden with toys.
“There, Glyceria!” he exclaimed joyously; “they are all for you. There is such a riot and disturbance and such a crush in the street, that I had hard work to push through. I misdoubt me some are broken.”
“Oh, Paris! do you not observe?”
“What? I see nothing but thy sweet face?”