Chrem. The cause? pshaw! nothing. She’ll take mighty pains
To be deliver’d of some mighty trifle.
Sostra. (seeing them). Oh husband!
Chrem. Oh wife!
Sostra. I was looking for you,
Chrem. Your pleasure?
Sostra. First, I must entreat you then,
Believe, I would not dare do any thing
Against your order.
Chrem. What! must I believe