[ SCENE V.]
Pamphilus alone.
Which way shall I begin the wretched tale
Of my misfortunes, which have fall’n upon me
Thus unexpectedly? which even now
These very eyes have seen, these ears have heard?
And which, discover’d, drove me out o’doors.
Cover’d with deep confusion?—For but now
As I rush’d in, all anxious for my wife,
And thinking to have found her visited,