Mys. You should have told me that before.
Dav. Do you suppose that it makes little difference whether you do things according to impulse, as nature prompts, or from premeditation?
[ Scene IX.]
Enter Crito, looking about him.
Crito (to himself.) It was said that Chrysis used to live in this street, who preferred to gain wealth here dishonorably to living honestly as a poor woman in her own country: by her death that property has descended to me by law.[86] But I see some persons of whom to make inquiry. (Accosting them.) Good-morrow to you.
Mys. Prithee, whom do I see? Isn’t this Crito, the kinsman of Chrysis? It is he.
Cri. O Mysis, greetings to you.
Mys. Welcome to you, Crito.
Cri. Is Chrysis then——?[87] Alas!
Mys. Too truly. She has indeed left us poor creatures quite heart-broken.