Pam. My dearest father,
If Chremes now consents and grants his daughter.
Chr. Nay, I am willing, if your father is.
Pam. Ah! surely.
Sim. I consent.
Chr. And, Pamphilus,
Her dower is ten talents.
Pam. Most content.
Chr. I hurry to my child. Ah, Crito, come!
Come with me, for she knows me not!
Sim. Wherefore
Not bring her home?
Pam. True, true; I will find Davus.
Sim. He cannot.
Pam. Who?
Sim. For he has business
Imports himself more nearly.
Pam. What is that?
Sim. He is bound.
Pam. He is unjustly bound.
Sim. I so commanded.
Pam. Oh, bid the contrary.
Sim. So be it then.
Pam. Without delay.
Sim. I go.
Pam. happy and most auspicious day.
ACT V.—Scene 5.—Charinus—Pamphilus.
Cha. I sought for Pamphilus, and lo, behold him!
Pam. Another one might, perhaps, imagine now
