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SCENE IV.

Enter MYSIS. [Speaking to a servant within.
I hear, Archillis; I hear what you say:
You beg me to bring Lesbia. By my troth
That Lesbia is a drunken wretch, hot-headed,
Nor worthy to be trusted with a woman
In her first labour.—Well, well! she shall come.
—Observe how earnest the old Gossip is, [Coming forward.

Because this Lesbia is her pot-companion.

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—Oh grant my mistress, Heav'n, a safe delivery,
And let the midwife trespass any where
Rather than here!—But what is it I see?
Pamphilus all disorder'd: How I fear
The cause! I'll wait awhile, that I may know
If this commotion means us any ill.