Pam. Davus.
Char. Davus?
Pam. Davus has marred all.
Char. Why?
Pam. I know not, unless the gods, in their anger, decreed that I should follow his pernicious counsel.
Char. Is this so, Davus?
Davus. It is indeed but too true.
Char. What can you say for yourself, you rascal? May the gods punish you as you deserve! Answer me, Slave, I say, if his greatest enemies had been desirous of entangling him in this marriage, what worse advice could they possibly have given him?
Davus. I have been deceived, but am not disheartened.
Char. Indeed!