Lach. Sick of your humors; nothing else, I fancy.
And well she might: for there’s not one of you
But want your sons to take a wife: and that’s
No sooner over, but the very woman
Which, by your instigation, they have married,
They, by your instigation, put away.
[ SCENE II.]
Enter Phidippus.
Phid. (to Philumena within). Although, Philumena, I know
my pow’r