A libertine.”—Alas, you’re much deceiv’d.
For know, your father will redeem some wretch
From rags and beggary to be your wife,
Rather than see your ruin with Glycerium.
But if he thinks you bear an easy mind,
He too will grow indiff’rent, and seek out
Another match at leisure; the mean while
Affairs may take a lucky turn.
Pam. D’ye think so?
Davus. Beyond all doubt.