He thinks you will refuse; he meditates
In silent solitude; and practises
A grand oration, pitiful to hear.
Prepare you ready then, it is for you.
Pam. Ah! if I can, my Davus.
Dav. Credit me,
O Pamphilus. He will not have a word
To utter, if you say that you will wed.
ACT II.—Scene 5.—Byrrhia—Simo—Davus—Pamphilus.
Byr. My master bids me, quitting other matters,
To keep an eye on Pamphilus, and learn
His mind about this marriage; therefore, I
Follow the old man here; and here I meet
Davus and Pamphilus; that is all right.
Sim. Behold them both.
Dav. Take care; hem!
Sim. Pamphilus.
Dav. Look round promiscuously.
Pam. Hem, father mine.
Dav. Well done that.
Sim. To-day I marry you—to-day.
It is my will, I say.
Byr. I tremble, and await
His answer—what?
Pam. Father, I am prepared
Both now and ever to obey your will.
Byr. Eh—what?
Dav. [Aside.] Struck dumb.
Sim. You do that which becomes you;
According, with much sense, what I demand.
