Scene III.

Enter Sostrata .

Sostra. Alas, I hear a dreadful noise within. Philumena, I fear, grows worse and worse: Which Æsculapius, and thou, Health, forbid! But now I'll visit her. (Goes toward the house.)

Par. Ho, Sostrata!

Sostra. Who's there?

Par. You'll be shut out a second time.

Sostra. Ha, Parmeno, are you there? - Wretched woman! What shall I do? - Not visit my son's wife, When she lies sick at next door!

Par. Do not go; No, nor send any body else; for they That love the folks, to whom themselves are odious, I think are guilty of a double folly: Their labor proves but idle to themselves, And troublesome to those for whom 'tis meant. Besides, your son, the moment he arriv'd, Went in to visit her.

Sostra. How, Parmeno! Is Pamphilus arriv'd?

Par. He is.

Sostra. Thank Heav'n! Oh, how my comfort is reviv'd by that!

Par. And therefore I ne'er went into the house. For if Philumena's complaints abate, She'll tell him, face to face, the whole affair, And what has pass'd between you to create This difference. - But here he comes - how sad!