But now I’ll visit her. (Goes toward the house.)
Par. Ho, Sostrata!
Sostra. Who’s there?
Par. You’ll be shut out a second time.
Sostra. Ha, Parmeno, are you there?—Wretched woman!
What shall I do?—Not visit my son’s wife,
When she lies sick at next door!
Par. Do not go;
No, nor send any body else; for they
That love the folks, to whom themselves are odious,