Davus. I am deceiv’d,
But not dishearten’d.
Char. True. (Ironically.)
Davus. This way has fail’d;
We’ll try another way: unless you think
Because the business has gone ill at first,
We can not graft advantage on misfortune.
Pam. Oh aye, I warrant you, if you look to ’t,
Out of one wedding you can work me two.
Davus. Pamphilus, ’tis my duty, as your slave,