Phor. —And had a daughter by her there; while you
Was left to sleep in ignorance alone.
Naus. Oh Heavens!—Baseness!—Treachery!
Phor. ’Tis fact.
Naus. Was ever any thing more infamous?
When they’re with us, their wives forsooth, they’re old.
—Demipho, I appeal to you: for him
I can not bear to speak to.—And were these
His frequent journeys and long stay at Lemnos?
Was this the cheapness that reduc’d our rents?