Pam. Be sure you prove this to me, Parmeno;
Prithee, be sure on’t. Do not bubble me
With false and short-liv’d joy.
Par. ’Tis even so.
Pam. For certain?
Par. Aye, for certain.
Pam. I’m in heaven,
If this be so.
Par. You’ll find it very true.
Pam. Hold, I beseech you.—I’m afraid I think