Pam. Torn for ever from my Glycera, I should be wedded to another.
Davus. You are mistaken, Sir, listen to me: your father, I expect, will speak to you to this effect. Pamphilus, ’tis my will that you should be married to-day. I am ready, Sir; you shall answer: how can he then complain of you? All his plans on which he places so much reliance will be rendered abortive, and entirely frustrated by this reply; which you may very safely make; as it is beyond a doubt that Chremes will persist in refusing you his daughter; therefore do not let the fear of his changing his [124]mind, prevent you from following my advice. Tell your father that you are willing to marry; that when he seeks a cause of complaint against you, he may not be able to find any. As to the hopes you indulge, that no man will give his daughter to you, on account of this imprudent [125]connexion that you have formed; I will soon convince you of their fallacy; for believe me, your father would rather see you wedded to poverty itself, than suffer you to continue your present intimacy with Glycera; but if he thinks you are indifferent, he will grow unconcerned, and look out another wife at his leisure; meantime something may happen in your favour.
Pam. Do you think so?
Davus. There is no doubt of it.
Pam. Be cautious whither you lead me.
Davus. Pray, Sir, say no more about it.
Pam. I will act as you advise me; but we must take care that he knows nothing of the child, for I have promised to bring it up.
Davus. [126]Is it possible?
Pam. She entreated me to promise this as a pledge that I would not forsake her.
Davus. Enough. I will be on my guard; but here comes your father: take care that you do not appear melancholy or embarrassed.