Cha. Delay, delay, I beg you,
Some days at least, that I may hence away
Nor witness it.
Pam. Hear me, Charinus; now
I will not take a credit with none due;
For I have more antipathy to this
Than you have will towards her.
Cha. Ah! I breathe.
Pam. If you and Byrrhia can devise a plot,
Invent, imagine some mode to prevent this,
I will omit no labours on my part.
Cha. Enough, enough!
Pam. And in a happy time
Lo! Davus, upon whom I set my trust.
Cha. And, hercle! you are useless—be you off—
You trouble me.
Byr. I go, with all my heart.
ACT II.—Scene 2.—Davus—Charinus—Pamphilus.
Dav. Auspicious gods! what happy news I bring—
But where is Pamphilus? to root out his fear
And fill his soul with joy.
Cha. Davus is joyful.
Pam. It is nothing, he has not heard of this.
Dav. I fancy now, if he has heard of this,
His nuptials now prepared—
Cha. Do you hear that?
Dav. But where is Pamphilus? I am half dead
With weariness of running here and there.
Pam. Here, Davus—stop.
