I’d barter half my miserable life
For power to say these few true words to him!
Myr. Why, then there’s hope for him?
Cyn.There’s none indeed!
This day I’ll leave his home and hide away
Where I can brood upon my shame. I’ll fan
The smoldering fire of jealousy until
It bursts into an all-devouring flame,
And pray that I may perish in its glow!
Daph. That’s bravely said, Cynisca! Never fear;