Pam. How so, pray?
Char. Do you expect to deceive me a second time by these speeches?
Pam. What does this mean?
Char. Since I told you that I loved her, she has become quite pleasing to you. Ah wretched me! to have judged of your disposition from my own.
Pam. You are mistaken.
Char. Did this pleasure appear to you not to be quite complete, unless you tantalized me in my passion, and lured me on by groundless hopes?—You may take her.
Pam. I, take her? Alas! you know not in what perplexities, to my sorrow, I am involved, and what vast anxieties this executioner of mine (pointing to Davus) has contrived for me by his devices.
Char. What is it so wonderful, if he takes example from yourself?
Pam. You would not say that if you understood either myself or my affection.
Char. I’m quite aware (ironically); you have just now had a dispute with your father, and he is now angry with you in consequence, and has not been able to-day to prevail upon you to marry her.