Dav. Who calls? Ah! Pamphilus,
I seek for you. Charinus, also, good.
I matter have for both.
Pam. I perish, Davus.
Dav. Hear me, hear me.
Pam. I die.
Dav. Nay, not at all.
Cha. And also I myself am like to die.
Dav. I know your wants.
Pam. My nuptials.
Dav. Yes, I know.
Pam. To-day.
Dav. Be still, I know it all, I say.
You, master, would not; you, Charinus, would
Wed not, and wed.
Cha. The thing is even so.
Pam. 'Tis even so.
Dav. This even so, is nothing.
Pam. Quick, put me out of doubt and misery.
Dav. I will do so. Chremes won't give his daughter.
Pam. How do you know it?
Dav. Thus; your father called
Me on one-side, and told me that he wished
That you should wed to-day; he prattled, too,
On this and that, all foreign to the matter.
I cut off to the Forum to find you.
I found you not. I climbed a pedestal,
And looked around about; I saw you not.
I ran then against Byrrhia—I asked him,
But he had seen you not. I—fidgety,
And what to do was puzzling, thence returning,
