Davus. Our last plan was unsuccessful, but we’ll try another: unless you think that because the first prospered so indifferently, the evil cannot be remedied?
Pam. Oh, far otherwise! for I have no doubt, that if that wise head of yours goes to work, instead of the one wife you have provided me with already, you’ll find me two.
Davus. Pamphilus, I am your slave; and, as such, it is my duty to exert myself to the utmost to serve you, to labour for you night and day, and even to expose my life to peril, to do you service; but, ’tis your part, if any thing should happen cross, to pardon me: my endeavours have been unsuccessful ’tis true; but, indeed, I did my best; if you can do better, dismiss me.
Pam. Certainly; but first place me in the situation in which you found me.
Davus. I will.
Pam. But it must be done directly.
Davus. Hist! Glycera’s door opens[164].
Pam. What can that signify to you?
Davus. I’m studying for an expedient.
Pam. How, at last!