Dav. All right!
Byr. My master may go troop elsewhere.
Sim. Go in, and wait within till we have need.
Pam. I go!
Byr. No faith in man; put not your trust in man.
Truly the proverb says—That everyone
Must take care of himself and not another.
I know the maiden, of a faultless form,
And, doubtless, Pamphilus is more content
To clasp her in his arms—in lieu of other.
Now to my master, to get my reward,
The portion I shall have for my good news.
ACT II.—Scene 6.—Daves—Simo.
Dav. He thinks me now a-hatching roguery,
And therefore keeps me here.
Sim. What say you, Davus?
Dav. Ah! nothing to the purpose.
Sim. Purpose, how?
Dav. Nothing at all.
Sim. Yet I expected something.
Dav. [Aside.] He is put out. I know it—in a rage.
Sim. Now can you speak the truth?
Dav. Nought easier.
Sim. This marriage, now, has sorely hit my son;
All through his intercourse with that same stranger.
Dav. Hercle! Not so; or, if he be put out,
'Tis but a matter of a day or two.
He will forget it; for you now perceive
He has surrendered to run the right way.
