Unless, as I suppose, for love of Pamphila.
Thais. Alas! I am undone; undone, indeed,
If that, which you have told me now, be true.
Is’t that the girl bemoans thus?
Pyth. I believe so.
Thais. How, careless wretch! was that the charge I gave you
At my departure?
Pyth. What could I do? She
Was trusted, as you bade, to him alone.
Thais. Oh, jade, you set the wolf to keep the sheep