I will desert her—never. Come what may,
The enmity of all the world, I care not;
For I besought her love, I have her love,
We love each other well—no force shall part;
Nothing, save death, shall separate us twain.
Mys. I breathe again.
Pam. Apollo's oracles
Are not more sure than this—this will I do.
If that my father can be made believe,
I am not the obstruction, that will do.
If he will not—then I declare myself
Unwilling and recalcitrant, Charinus.
Cha. Equal are we in misery.
Dav. I seek a remedy.
Cha. And you are capable, methinks, to find one.
Dav. And I have an impediment prepared.
Pam. It must be now, directly.
Dav. And it shall.
Cha. What is it?
Dav. Lest you blurt, I shall not tell.
This is my master's matter.
Cha. Be it so.
Pam. Tell me the matter.
Dav. Is the day so long
That I have time to stand and prate about it,
I must be up and doing. Go away—
Go both of you—your presence hinders me.
Pam. I will go see Glycerium.
Dav. And you.
Cha. Shall I tell truth?
Dav. Confound it—some long story.
Cha. What will become of me?
