No purchases for supper, old man sad,
Babbling of nuptials—incoherently.
Pam. Get on, get on.
Dav. So I set off to Chremes,
And when I came—no porter, no one there,
The gateway void—and I began to joy.
Cha. With reason too.
Pam. Get on.
Dav. I stood awhile,
I did not see a soul. No matron there,
No decorations, tumult—not a sound.
I entered—looked around.
Pam. What signifies?
Dav. Does that resemble nuptials?
Pam. Davè, I doubt.
Dav. How do you doubt? I say the thing is sure;
And after that I met the boy of Chremes
With fishes, and an obolus of herbs.
Cha. You have revived me.
Dav. What is this to you?
Cha. Chremes wont give his daughter unto him.
Dav. What stuff you talk. Because he weds her not,
Is that a reason sure that you must wed her?
You must look out, you must beseech your friends
Or you will go without her.
Cha. Very true,
And you admonish well. I'll set about it,
Although I often failed before. Farewell.
