Char. I know
That you’re to marry her.
Pam. Why rack me thus?
Nay hear! he never ceas’d to importune
That I would tell my father, I would wed;
So press’d, and urg’d, that he at length prevail’d.
Char. Who did this?
Pam. Davus.
Char. Davus!
Pam. Davus all.