When Antipho was in the like distress!
Ant. (going up). Ha! what now, Phædria?
Phæd. Happy, happy Antipho!——
Ant. I?
Phæd. Who have her you love in your possession,
Nor e’er had plagues like these to struggle with!
Ant. In my possession? yes, I have, indeed,
As the old saying goes, a wolf by th’ ears:
For I can neither part with her nor keep her.
Dorio. ’Tis just my case with him.