Scene X.
Scene X.
Crito[186], Mysis, Davus.
Crito. (to himself.) I am told, that this is the street in which Chrysis dwelt; who chose to amass wealth here, in a manner not the most unexceptionable, rather than live in honest poverty in her own [187]country. That wealth, however, now devolves to me[188]. But I see some persons of whom I can inquire. God save you.
Mysis. [189]Bless me! whom do I see? is not this Crito the kinsman of Chrysis? It is.
Crito. Oh, Mysis! God save you.
Mysis. God save you, Crito.
Crito. Alas! [190]poor Chrysis is then gone.
Mysis. She is indeed: and the loss of her has almost ruined us.
Crito. What! you? how so? has any other misfortune happened to you? how do you live now, Mysis?