Dav. Assuredly, I’ll manage this for you.
Pam. There’s need of it now.
Dav. But I’ve got it now.
Char. What is it?
Dav. For him (pointing to Pamphilus) I’ve got it, not for you, don’t mistake.
Char. I’m quite satisfied.
Pam. What will you do? Tell me.
Dav. I’m afraid that this day won’t be long enough for me to execute it, so don’t suppose that I’ve now got leisure for relating it; do you betake yourself off at once, for you are a hinderance to me.
Pam. I’ll go and see her.
Goes into the house of Glycerium.