Pam. (aside.) Alas! I am undone; this dilemma grows apace! (To Davus.) For me and her, unfortunate persons, now to be tortured this way through your means; for I am sent for, because she has discovered that my marriage is in preparation.
Char. From which, indeed, how easily a respite could have been obtained, if he (pointing to Davus) had kept himself quiet.
Dav. (ironically to Charinus.) Do proceed; if he isn’t sufficiently angry of his own accord, do you irritate him.
Mys. (to Pamphilus.) Aye faith, that is the case; and for that reason, poor thing, she is now in distress.
Pam. Mysis, I swear by all the Gods that I will never forsake her; not if I were to know that all men would be my enemies in consequence. Her have I chosen for mine; she has fallen to my lot; our feelings are congenial; farewell they, who wish for a separation between us; nothing but Death separates her from me.
Mys. I begin to revive.
Pam. Not the responses of Apollo are more true than this. If it can possibly be contrived that my father may not believe that this marriage has been broken off through me, I could wish it. But if that can not be, I will do that which is easily effected, for him to believe that through me it has been caused. What do you think of me?
Char. That you are as unhappy as myself.
Dav. (placing his finger on his forehead.) I’m contriving an expedient.
Char. You are a clever hand; if you do set about any thing.