Is there no reliance to be placed in any thing in this world? Heaven preserve me, I thought Pamphilus my mistress’s chief blessing: a friend, a lover, a husband, always ready to cherish and protect her: but, alas! what misery does she now endure on his account: hitherto he has been to her a source of more evil than good[170]. But here comes Davus! bless me, man, what are you about? where are you going to carry the child?
Scene VII.
Scene VII.
Mysis, Davus, (with Glycera’s child.)
Davus. Now, Mysis, I want you to assist me in this affair with all your ready wit, artifice, and dexterity.
Mysis. What are you going to do?
Davus. Take the child from me directly, and lay him down at our door[171].
Mysis. Mercy on me! what, upon the bare ground?
Davus. You may take some of the herbs from that altar, and strew them under him[172].
Mysis. But why don’t you lay him there yourself?