Oh, that it ne’er had enter’d Phormio’s mind
To give such counsel! nor to urge me on,
In the extravagance of blind desire,
To this rash act, the source of my misfortunes!
I should not have possess’d her: that indeed
Had made me wretched some few days.—But then
This constant anguish had not torn my mind.——
Phæd. I hear you.
Ant. —While each moment I expect
His coming to divorce me.