We’ll have a merry feast.
[Exit Chremes within.
Pam.Ay, sir....
And so we shall,
Clinia.
Clin. What have you done?
Pam.Why pretty well, I think.
Clin. I did not look for this, nor wish it, and do not like it.
Pam. Not like it! Is it not perfect? If all the gods in heaven
Had put their heads together to assist in your affairs,