Look’d in——
Pam. I understand: a potent sign!
Davus. Does this seem like a nuptial?
Pam. I think not,
Davus.
Davus. Think not, d’ye say? you don’t conceive:
The thing is evident. I met beside,
As I departed thence, with Chremes’ boy,
Bearing some pot-herbs, and a pennyworth
Of little fishes for the old man’s dinner.