Pam. (sneeringly.) How now, good sir, what are you about? Do you see how dreadfully I am hampered by your devices?
Dav. Still, I’ll soon extricate you.
Pam. You, extricate me?
Dav. Assuredly, Pamphilus.
Pam. As you have just done, I suppose.
Dav. Why no, better, I trust.
Pam. What, am I to believe you, you scoundrel?[71] You, indeed, make good a matter that’s all embarrassment and ruin! Just see, in whom I’ve been placing reliance—you who this day from a most happy state have been and plunged me into a marriage. Didn’t I say that this would be the case?
Dav. You did say so.
Pam. What do you deserve?[72]
Dav. The cross.[73] But allow me a little time to recover myself; I’ll soon hit upon something.