Than to live poor and honestly at home:
She dead, her fortune comes by law to me.
But I see persons to inquire of. (Goes up.) Save you!
Mysis. Good now, who’s that I see? is it not Crito,
Chrysis’s kinsman? Aye, the very same.
Crito. O Mysis, save you!
Mysis. Save you, Crito!
Crito. Chrysis
Is then—ha?
Mysis. Aye, she has left us, poor souls!