Pam. Driving her away?
Dav. Aye, and quickly too.
Pam. Tell me then, Davus, what am I to do?
Dav. Say that you will marry her.
Pam. (starting.) Ha!
Dav. What’s the matter?
Pam. What, am I to say so?
Dav. Why not?
Pam. Never will I do it.
Dav. Don’t say so.