To do, or what to say to him, I know not.
Pamphila (within). Ah me! I’m torn in pieces!—Racking pains!
Juno Lucina, help me! save, I pray thee!
Hegio. Ha! Is she then in labor, Geta?
Geta. Yes, Sir.
Hegio. Hark! she now calls upon your justice, Demea!
Grant her then freely, what law else will claim.
And Heaven send, that you may rather do
What honor bids! but if you mean it not,
Be sure of this; that with my utmost force