Pam. Nothing forbids the marriage.
Cha. Doth he not dream, and waking, grasps a shade?
Pam. And the boy, Davus—
Dav. Trouble not yourself;
The gods love only him.
Cha. And I am saved,
If what they say be true. Now will I hail
And ask.
Pam. Charinus, in a happy hour—
Cha. And I rejoice.
Pam. Oh! have you heard?
Cha. I have—
I have heard all; and now that you are blest,
Aid, and forget me not, I do implore you.
Chremes is now your relative, and will
Grant whatsoe'er you ask him.
Pam. And I will.
But we cannot wait here, Charinus, now
Until he comes forth from Glycerium.
Come you with me and seek him. Davus—you,
Go seek the men to bear her to our house!
Why do you tarry? Go!
Dav. I go, I go.
[To the audience.]
Now do not wait until they reappear,
Whate'er is to be done, will be done there.
There may be more to do than we can tell;
And so applaud us, sirs, and fare ye well.
