And that too grounded on appearances.
Sostrata thinks that on my own account
I bought the Music-Girl. That’s plain enough
From the old nurse. For meeting her by chance,
As she was sent from hence to call a midwife,
I ran, and ask’d her of my Pamphila.
—“Is she in labor? are you going now
To call a midwife?”—“Go, go, Æschinus!
Away, you have deceiv’d us long enough,
Fool’d us enough with your fine promises,”