Open to me, or that because I stand
The first in your good graces. (Ironically.)
Thais. Nay, no more!
Phæd. No more?—O Thais, Thais, would to Heaven
Our loves were parallel, that things like these
Might torture you, as this has tortur’d me:
Or that your actions were indifferent to me!
Thais. Grieve not, I beg, my love, my Phædria!
Not that I lov’d another more, I did this.
But I by circumstance was forc’d to do it.