How good a wife I’ve been?
Dem. I know it all.
Naus. Am I then justly treated?
Dem. Not at all.
But since reproaches can’t undo what’s done,
Forgive him! he begs pardon; owns his fault;
And promises to mend.—What would you more?
Phor. But hold; before she ratifies his pardon,
I must secure myself and Phædria. (Aside.)
—Nausistrata, a word!—Before you give