Pam. Say, what do you propose?
Davus. This day, I fear,
Is scarce sufficient for the execution,
So think not I have leisure to relate.
Hence then! you hinder me: hence, hence I say.
Pam. I’ll to Glycerium.
Exit.
Davus. Well, and what mean you?
Whither will you, Sir?
Char. Shall I speak the truth?