I think are guilty of a double folly:
Their labor proves but idle to themselves,
And troublesome to those for whom ’tis meant.
Besides, your son, the moment he arriv’d,
Went in to visit her.
Sostra. How, Parmeno!
Is Pamphilus arriv’d?
Par. He is.
Sostra. Thank Heav’n!
Oh, how my comfort is reviv’d by that!