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Act IV. Sc. 2.
ANDRIA.
41

I will desert her—never. Come what may,
The enmity of all the world, I care not;
For I besought her love, I have her love,
We love each other well—no force shall part;
Nothing, save death, shall separate us twain.

Mys. I breathe again.

Pam. Apollo's oracles
Are not more sure than this—this will I do.
If that my father can be made believe,
I am not the obstruction, that will do.
If he will not—then I declare myself
Unwilling and recalcitrant, Charinus.

Cha. Equal are we in misery.

Dav. I seek a remedy.

Cha. And you are capable, methinks, to find one.

Dav. And I have an impediment prepared.

Pam. It must be now, directly.

Dav. And it shall.

Cha. What is it?

Dav. Lest you blurt, I shall not tell.
This is my master's matter.

Cha. Be it so.

Pam. Tell me the matter.

Dav. Is the day so long
That I have time to stand and prate about it,
I must be up and doing. Go away—
Go both of you—your presence hinders me.

Pam. I will go see Glycerium.

Dav. And you.

Cha. Shall I tell truth?

Dav. Confound it—some long story.

Cha. What will become of me?