The Comedies of Terence

 Table of Contents

 Primores populi arripuit populumque tributim:

 Prologue.

 Act the First.

 Scene I.

 Scene II.

 Scene III.

 Scene IV.

 Scene V.

 Act the Second.

 Scene I.

 Scene II.

 Scene III.

 Scene IV.

 Scene V.

 Scene VI.

 Scene VII.

 Act the Third.

 Scene I.

 Scene II.

 Scene III.

 Scene IV.

 Scene V.

 Scene VI.

 Scene VII.

 Scene VIII.

 Act the Fourth.

 Scene I.

 Scene II.

 Scene III.

 Scene IV.

 Scene V.

 Scene VI.

 Scene VII.

 Scene VIII.

 Scene IX.

 Act the Fifth.

 Scene I.

 Scene II.

 Scene III.

 Scene IV.

 Scene V.

 Scene VI.

 Scene VII.

 Scene VIII.

Scene IV.

Pamphilus. Davus.

Pam. What means my father then? Why counterfeit?

Davus. That I'll explain. If he were angry now, Merely that Chremes has refus'd his daughter, He'd think himself in fault; and justly too, Before the bias of your mind is known. But granting you refuse her for a wife, Then all the blame devolves on you, and then Comes all the storm.

Pam. What course then shall I take? Shall I submit -

Davus. He is your Father, Sir, Whom to oppose were difficult; and then Glycerium's a lone woman; and he'll find Some course, no matter what, to drive her hence.

Pam. To drive her hence?

Davus. Directly.

Pam. Tell me then, Oh tell me, Davus, what were best to do?

Davus. Say that you'll marry!

Pam. How!

Davus. And where's the harm?

Pam. Say that I'll marry!

Davus. Why not?

Pam. Never, never.

Davus. Do not refuse!

Pam. Persuade not!

Davus. Do but mark The consequence.

Pam. Divorcement from Glycerium. And marriage with the other.

Davus. No such thing. Your father, I suppose, accosts you thus.I'd have you wed to-day; - I will, quoth you: What reason has he to reproach you then? Thus shall you baffle all his settled schemes, And put him to confusion; all the while Secure yourself: for 'tis beyond a doubt That Chremes will refuse his daughter to you; So obstinately too, you need not pause, Or change these measures, lest he change his mind; Say to your father then, that you will wed, That, with the will, he may want cause to chide. But if, deluded by fond hopes, you cry, "No one will wed their daughter to a rake, A libertine." - Alas, you're much deceiv'd. For know, your father will redeem some wretch From rags and beggary to be your wife, Rather than see your ruin with Glycerium. But if he thinks you bear an easy mind, He too will grow indiff'rent, and seek out Another match at leisure; the mean while Affairs may take a lucky turn.

Pam. D'ye think so?

Davus. Beyond all doubt.

Pam. See, what you lead me to.

Davus. Nay, peace!

Pam. I'll say so then. But have a care He knows not of the child, which I've agreed To educate.

Davus. O confidence!

Pam. She drew This promise from me, as a firm assurance That I would not forsake her.

Davus. We'll take care. But here's your father: let him not perceive You're melancholy.