Chapter 10

_Enter SIMO at a distance._

SIMO. I return to see What they're about, or what they meditate.

DAVUS. Now is he sure that you'll refuse to wed. From some dark corner brooding o'er black thoughts He comes, and fancies he has fram'd a speech To disconcert you. See, you keep your ground.

PAM. If I can, Davus.

DAVUS. Trust me, Pamphilus, Your father will not change a single word In anger with you, do but say you'll wed.