CLIN. (_apart._) Oh Jupiter! Why, where is fidelity {gone}? While I, distractedly wandering, have abandoned my country for your sake, you, in the mean time, Antiphila, have been enriching yourself, and have forsaken me in these troubles, {you} for whose sake I am in extreme disgrace, and have been disobedient to my father; on whose account I am now ashamed and grieved, that he who used to lecture me about the manners of these women, advised me in vain, and was not able to wean me away from her:-- which, however, I shall now do; {whereas} when it might have been advantageous to me {to do so}, I was unwilling. There is no being more wretched than I. SYR. (_to himself._) He certainly has been misled by our words which we have been speaking here. (_Aloud._) Clinia, you imagine your mistress quite different from what she really is. For both her mode of life is the same, and her disposition toward you is the same as it {always} was; so far as we could form a judgment from the circumstances themselves. CLIN. How so, prithee? For nothing in the world could I rather wish for just now, than that I have suspected this without reason. SYR. This, in the first place, {then} (that you may not be ignorant of any thing that concerns her); the old woman, who was formerly said to be her mother, was not {so}. --She is dead: this I overheard by accident from her, as we came along, while she was telling the other one. CLIT. Pray, who is the other one? SYR. Stay; what I have begun I wish first to relate. Clitipho; I shall come to that afterward. CLIT. Make haste, {then}. SYR. First of all, then, when we came to the house, Dromo knocked at the door; a certain old woman came out; when she opened the door, he directly rushed in; I followed; the old woman bolted the door, {and} returned to her wool. On this occasion might be known, Clinia, or else on none, in what pursuits she passed her life during your absence; when we {thus} came upon a female unexpectedly. For this circumstance then gave {us an} opportunity of judging of the course of her daily life; {a thing} which especially discovers what is the disposition of each individual. We found her industriously plying at the web; plainly clad in a mourning dress,[37] on account of this old woman, I suppose, who was {lately} dead; without golden ornaments, dressed, besides, just like those who {only} dress for themselves, {and} patched up with no worthless woman’s trumpery.[38] Her hair was loose, long, {and} thrown back negligently about her temples. (_To CLINIA._) Do you hold your peace.[39] CLIN. My {dear} Syrus, do not without cause throw me into ecstasies, I beseech you. SYR. The old woman was spinning the woof:[40] there was one little servant girl besides;-- she was weaving[41] together with them, covered with patched clothes, slovenly, {and} dirty with filthiness.