Pam. What remains to be done, father?
Sim. The event itself has quite brought me to reconcilement.
Pam. O kind father! With regard to her as a wife, since I have taken possession of her, Chremes will not offer any opposition.
Chrem. The plea is a very good one, unless perchance your father says any thing to the contrary.
Pam. Of course, I agree.
Sim. Then be it so.[98]
Chrem. Her portion, Pamphilus, is ten talents.
Pam. I am satisfied.
Chrem. I’ll hasten to my daughter. Come now, (beckoning) along with me, Crito; for I suppose that she will not know me.
They go into Glycerium’s house.