Chapter 152

_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.