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He thinks you will refuse; he meditates

In silent solitude; and practises

A grand oration, pitiful to hear.

Prepare you ready then, it is for you.

Pam. Ah! if I can, my Davus.

Dav. Credit me,

O Pamphilus. He will not have a word

To utter, if you say that you will wed.

Byr. My master bids me, quitting other matters,

To keep an eye on Pamphilus, and learn

His mind about this marriage; therefore, I

Follow the old man here; and here I meet

Davus and Pamphilus; that is all right.

Sim. Behold them both.

Dav. Take care; hem!

Sim. Pamphilus.

Dav. Look round promiscuously.

Pam. Hem, father mine.

Dav. Well done that.

Sim. To-day I marry you—to-day.

It is my will, I say.

Byr. I tremble, and await

His answer—what?

Pam. Father, I am prepared

Both now and ever to obey your will.

Byr. Eh—what?

Dav. [Aside.] Struck dumb.

Sim. You do that which becomes you;

According, with much sense, what I demand.