Pam. She is a little better. (Weeping.)
Sos. Would that the Gods may grant it so! Why, then, do you weep, or why so dejected?
Pam. All’s well, mother.
Sos. What meant that confusion? Tell me; was she suddenly taken ill?
Pam. Such was the fact.
Sos. What is her malady?
Pam. A fever.
Sos. An intermitting one?[39]
Pam. So they say. Go in the house, please, mother; I’ll follow you immediately.
Sos. Very well.