Is nothing. Mark!
Pam. Nay, rid me of my fear.
Davus. I will then. Chremes don’t intend his daughter
Shall marry you to-day.
Pam. No! How d’ye know?
Davus. I will then. Chremes
Won’t give his daughter to you.
Pam. How d’ye know?
Davus. I’m sure of it. Your Father but just now
Takes me aside, and tells me ’twas his will