Davus. I stay there a little while, but no one goes in or out; I come quite up to the door, and look in, [118]but can see no bridemaid; no preparations[119]; all was silent.
Pam. I understand: a good sign!
Davus. Can all these things be consistent with a marriage?
Pam. I think not, Davus.
Davus. Think not! do you say? you must be blind, Sir, not to see it: it is an absolute certainty: besides all this, as I was returning I met Chremes’ servant, who was carrying home some herbs, and as many little [120]fishes for the old man’s supper, as might have cost an obolus.
Char. Friend Davus, you have been my deliverer to-day.
Davus. Not at all, Sir, this does not benefit you.
Char. How so? why Chremes certainly will not give his daughter to Pamphilus.
Davus. Nonsense; as if it followed of course that he must give her to you, because he does not give her to him: if you do not take care; if you do not use all your endeavours, to gain the support of the old man’s friends, you will be no nearer your wishes than ever[121].
Char. You advise me well; I will go about it, though in truth this hope has often deceived me before. Farewell.