At her full time, and all is as it should be.
What! Is there such perverseness in your nature,
As rather to desire the infant’s death,
Than that his birth should knit the bond of friendship
Closer betwixt us; rather than my daughter,
Against your liking, should remain the wife
Of Pamphilus?—I thought all this
Had been their fault, while you’re alone to blame.
Myrr. How wretched am I!
Phid. Would to Heav’n you were!