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Dav. Be off with you.

You must be now contented with reprieve

Hereafter for your wooings.

Cha. But, Davè—Davè.

Dav. Well, what?

Cha. Win her for me.

Dav. Ridiculous!

Cha. But come and tell me, if your plot succeeds.

Dav. Why so? and if I fail.

Cha. If you fail not.

Dav. Why then I will.

Cha. And I shall be at home.

Dav. My sis, do you stop here and wait for me.

Mys. How so?

Dav. You must.

Mys. Well, hurry then.

Dav. I will.

Is mortal happiness e'er durable?

Faith of the gods! I thought that Pamphilus

Was the best blessing could befall my mistress,

A friend, a lover, and a husband, all

Combined, to make her happy—and, behold!

Oh, what a load of human misery!

Assuredly less pleasure than of pain

Has fallen to her lot by loving him.

Davus comes out—my man! holloa, I say,

Where do you bear that babe?