CHOR. Betrayed by thy friends.
PHÆ. She hath destroyed me by speaking of my unhappy state, kindly but not
honorably endeavoring to heal this disease.
CHOR. How then? what wilt thou do, O thou that hast suffered things
incurable?
PHÆ. I know not, save one thing; to die as soon as possible is the only
cure of my present sufferings.