SCENE I.

Enter Myrrhina hastily.

Myrr. What shall I do?—Confusion!—which way turn?

Alas! what answer shall I make my husband?

For I dare say he heard the infant’s cries,

He ran so hastily, without a word,

Into my daughter’s chamber. If he finds

That she has been deliver’d, what excuse

To make, for having thus conceal’d her labor,

I can’t devise.—But our door creaks!—’tis he.

I am undone.