SCENE X.
Sure there's no sort of Affliction, or Misery i' this World, but what I've undergone; so many Troubles fall upo' me at once, which overwhelm, and tear me all in pieces. Poverty, and Fears possess my Soul, and I've no ground for hopes.—My poor Girl's fallen into th' Enemies Hands; and I can hear no tale or tidings of her.
What Stranger can that be, who's so mightily full o' Fears, and heavy Complaints?
They said, Periphanes dwelt some∣where hereabouts.
She talks o' me: I fancy she wants Lodgings.
I'd willingly hire a Porter, to shew me either the Man or his House.
Certainly I must know her. I've seen that Face before, but I can't tell where.—Is't she, that I ima∣gine or no?
Bless me! I must ha' seen that Man before now.
Sure enough 'tis the poor Woman of Epidaurus, I had formerly to do with,—
The Case is plain, 'tis he that first enjoy'd me at Epidaurus.