And never vex yourself.
Phæd. Is that your counsel?
Par. Aye, if you’re wise; and do not add to love
More troubles than it has, and those it has
Bear bravely! But she comes, our ruin comes;
For she, like storms of hail on fields of corn,
Beats down our hopes, and carries all before her.
[ SCENE II.]
Enter Thais.
Thais. Ah me! I fear lest Phædria take offense