Forbear to vex yourself.
Pam. Mysis!
Mysis. Who’s there?
Oh Pamphilus, well met, Sir!
Pam. What’s the matter?
Mysis. My mistress, by the love you bear her, begs
Your presence instantly. She longs to see you.
Pam. Ah, I’m undone: This sore breaks out afresh.
Unhappy that we are, through your curs’d means,
To be tormented thus. (To Davus.)—She has been told