Dav. It is the fact.
Char. (starting.) Ha! What do you say, you villain? Then may the Gods send you an end worthy of your deeds. Come now, tell me, if all his enemies had wished him to be plunged into a marriage, what advice but this could they have given?
Dav. I have been deceived, but I don’t despair.
Char. (ironically.) I’m sure of that.
Dav. This way it has not succeeded; we’ll try another. Unless, perhaps, you think that because it failed at first, this misfortune can not now possibly be changed for better luck.
Pam. Certainly not; for I quite believe that if you set about it, you will be making two marriages for me out of one.
Dav. I owe you this, Pamphilus, in respect of my servitude, to strive with hands and feet, night and day; to submit to hazard of my life, to serve you. It is your part, if any thing has fallen out contrary to expectation, to forgive me. What I was contriving has not succeeded; still, I am using all endeavors; or, do you yourself devise something better, and dismiss me.
Pam. I wish to; restore me to the position in which you found me.
Dav. I’ll do so.
Pam. But it must be done directly.