It does not die for lack of sustenance!
Daph. Come to my home, and thou shalt feed it there;
We’ll play at widows, and we’ll pass our time
Railing against the perfidy of man.
Cyn. But Chrysos?—
Daph.Chrysos? Oh, you won’t see him.
Cyn. How so?
Daph.How so? I’ve turned him out of doors!
Why, does the girl consider jealousy
Her unassailable prerogative?