But to recall her would be poor indeed:
Nor will I do it, though I love her still.
And former commerce binds me strongly to her.
—I can’t but weep, to think how sad and lonely
My future life will be.—Oh fickle fortune!
How transient are thy smiles!—But I’ve been school’d
To patience by my former hapless passion,
Which I subdued by reason: and I’ll try
By reason to subdue this too.—But yonder
Comes Parmeno, I see, with th’ other slaves!