Chremes. I have no doubt of it.
Pam. And now, dear Sir.
Simo. The happy turn of the affair has reconciled me, my son: be all unpleasant recollections banished.
Pam. A thousand thanks, my father. I trust that Chremes also consents that Glycera should be mine.
Chremes. Undoubtedly: with your father’s approbation.
Pam. Oh! that is certain.
[207]Simo. I consent most joyfully.
Chremes. Pamphilus, my daughter’s portion is ten talents[208].
Pam. Dear sir, I am quite satisfied.
Chremes. I will hasten to my daughter: come with me, Crito, for I suppose that she will not remember me.