To come to life—what would become of them,
Or me, with Chrysos in the house? No—no,
They’re bad enough in marble—but in flesh!!!
I’ll sell the bold-faced hussies one and all,
But till I’ve sold them, Chrysos stops outside!
Chry. What have I done?
Daph.What have you not done sir?
Chry. I can not tell you—it would take too long!
Daph. I saw you sitting with that marble minx,
Your arm pressed lovingly around her waist.