Friend, Guardian, Father: all our little wealth
To you I leave, and trust it to your care.”——
She join’d our hands, and died.—I did receive her,
And once receiv’d will keep her.
Mysis. So we trust.
Pam. What make you from her?
Mysis. Going for a midwife.
Pam. Haste then! and hark, be sure take special heed,
You mention not a word about the marriage,
Lest this too give her pain.