Which had I dream’d of, she should have remain’d,
And you pack’d off.—Consider, Sostrata,
How little cause you had to vex me thus.
In complaisance to you, and husbanding
My fortune, I retir’d into the country:
Scraping, and laboring beyond the bounds
Of reason, or my age, that my estate
Might furnish means for your expense and pleasure.
—Was it not then your duty, in return,
To see that nothing happen’d here to vex me?