Phid. Soon as my wife perceiv’d
That I was going to my daughter’s chamber,
She stole directly out o’doors.—But there
She stands.—Why, how now, Myrrhina?
Holo, I say! (She affects not to see him.)
Myrr. D’ye call me, husband?
Phid. Husband!
Am I your husband? am I ev’n a man?
For had you thought me to be either, woman,
You would not dare to play upon me thus.