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Enter SOSTRATA and CANTHARA, from the house of the former.
Prithee, my dear nurse, how is it like to end? CANTHARA
Like to end, do you ask? I' troth, right well, I trust. SOSTRATA
Her pains are just beginning, my dear. CANTHARA
You are in a flight, now, just as though you had never been present on such an occasion--never been in labor yourself. SOSTRATA
Unfortunate woman that I am! I have not a person at home; we are quite alone; Geta too is absent. I have no one to go for the midwife, or to fetch Aeschinus. CANTHARA
I' faith, he'll certainly be here just now, for he never lets a day pass without visiting us. SOSTRATA
He is my sole comfort in my afflictions. CANTHARA
Things could not have happened, mistress, more for the advantage of your daughter than they have, seeing that violence was offered her; so far as he is concerned, it is most lucky,--such a person, of such disposition and feelings, a member of so respectable a family. SOSTRATA
It is indeed as you say; I entreat the Gods that he may be preserved to us. They stand apart, on seeing GETA.
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