Scene VII

Davus alone.

Lost and undone! To prison with me straight!

No prayer, no plea: for I have ruin’d all!

Deceiv’d the old man, hamper’d Pamphilus

With marriage; marriage, brought about to-day

By my sole means; beyond the hopes of one;

Against the other’s will.——Oh, cunning fool!

Had I been quiet, all had yet been well.

But see, he’s coming. Would my neck were broken! (Retires.)