Davus. I am seen!
Pam. Pray, good Sir, what have you to say for yourself? do you see what a fine situation your rare advice has reduced me to?
Davus. But I will soon find an expedient to extricate you from it.
Pam. You will find an expedient!
Davus. Certainly, Sir.
Pam. Like your last, I suppose.
Davus. Better, I hope, Sir.
Pam. What trust can I put in such a rascal[156]? Can you remedy a misfortune, which appears entirely ruinous? Ah! how foolishly I relied on you, who, out of a perfect calm[157], have raised this storm, and wrecked me on the rock of this accursed marriage! Did I not forewarn you, that it would end thus?
Davus. You did, Sir, I confess.
Pam. What do you deserve[158]?