Act the Fourth
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.