I took no notice on’t, at first; but I
No sooner look’d on’t than I knew’t again,
And straight ran out to you.
Chrem. And what d’ye think,
Or know concerning her?
Sostra. I can not tell,
Till you inquire it of herself, and find,
If possible, from whence she had the ring.
Syrus. Undone! I see more hope than I desire.
She’s ours, if this be so. (Aside.)