Can. I’faith, he’ll certainly be here just now, for he never lets a day pass without visiting us.
Sos. He is my sole comfort in my afflictions.
Can. Things could not have happened, mistress, more for the advantage of your daughter than they have, seeing that violence was offered her; so far as he is concerned, it is most lucky,—such a person, of such disposition and feelings, a member of so respectable a family.
Sos. It is indeed as you say; I entreat the Gods that he may be preserved to us.
They stand apart, on seeing Geta.
[ Scene II.]
Enter Geta, on the other side of the stage.
Geta (to himself.) Now such is our condition, that if all were to combine all their counsels, and to seek a remedy for this mischief that has befallen myself, my mistress, and her daughter, they could find no relief. Oh wretched me! so many calamities beset us on a sudden, we can not possibly extricate ourselves. Violence, poverty, oppression, desertion, infamy! What an age is this! O shocking villainy! O accursed race! O impious man!—
Sos. Unhappy me! How is it that I see Geta hurrying along thus terrified?
Geta (continuing.) Whom neither promises, nor oaths, nor compassion could move or soften; nor yet the fact that the delivery was nigh at hand of the unfortunate woman on whom he had so shamefully committed violence.