I know not what to do.
Mysis. Alas, I fear
Where this uncertainty will end. ’Twere best
He should confer with her; or I at least
Speak touching her to him. For while the mind
Hangs in suspense, a trifle turns the scale.
Pam. Who’s there? what, Mysis! Save you!
Mysis. Save you! Sir. (Coming forward.)
Pam. How does she?
Mysis. How! oppress’d with wretchedness.