That I to-day should marry, should I not
Have had some previous notice?—ought not he
To have inform’d me of it long ago?
Mysis. Alas! what’s this I hear?
Pam. And Chremes too,
Who had refus’d to trust me with his daughter,
Changes his mind, because I change not mine.
Can he then be so obstinately bent
To tear me from Glycerium? To lose her
Is losing life.—Was ever man so cross’d,