And bear it patiently.
Naus. How! bear it patiently?
Alas! I wish his vices might end here.
But have I the least hope? can I suppose
That years will cure these rank offenses in him?
Ev’n at that time he was already old,
If age could make him modest.—Are my years
And beauty, think ye, like to please him more
At present, Demipho, than formerly?
—In short, what ground, what reason to expect