I know not what to do.
Davus. I’faith, nor I;
And yet it takes up all my thoughts. I’ll tell him
I’ve hit on something to delay the match.
Pam. Oh! (Seeing Davus.)
Davus. I am seen.
Pam. So, good Sir! What say you?
See, how I’m hamper’d with your fine advice.
Davus (coming forward). But I’ll deliver you.
Pam. Deliver me?