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Scen. 3.
Pam.VVhat meanes my father then?
Why doubles he?
Dau.
Ile tell you. If he now should chafe at you,
Cause Chremes will not let you haue his daughter,
Himselfe may see he plainly iniur'd you:
If he should presse you on, before he knew
How your minde stood inclined to the match.
But if you shall stiffely denie to wed her;
Then he will iustly lay the blame on you:
Then shall we haue a coyle on't.
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What would'st haue me
To vndergoe this marriage?
Dau.
Pamphilus,
He is your Father: and it will be hard
T'oppose him: this your sweet heart too (you know)
Is friendlesse here. Heele finde cause easily
To thrust her out o'th'towne.
Pam.
Out o'th' towne man?
Dau.
And speedily too.
Pam.
Counsell me then Dauus,
What I should doe.
Dau.
Tell him you'l marrie her.
Pam.
How?
Dau.
What's the matter?
Pam.
Should I tell him so?
Dau.
Why not?
Pam.
I nere will doo't.
Dau.
Denie me not.
Pam.
Perswade me not.
Dau.
Note, what hence will follow.
Pam.
To be shut out from her, mew'd vp to this.
Dau.
No, no such thing. I guesse your father thus
Will say to you: my purpose Pamphilus
Is that this day you wed: then answer you,
Sir, I am ready: pray you tell me now
For what cause can he chide you? by this meanes
His setled plots you shall disorder cleane:
Your selfe yet runne no hazard; for the thought
Is groundlesse, vaine, that Chremes may be wrought
To giue his daughter: nor doe you let fall
Your course, least he his purpose should recall.
Tell you your Father that you like the Bride:
That, when he would, he haue no cause to chide.
And for the dangerous passage that you feare;
Ile steare your course, and waft you ouer cleare.
No man will giue his daughter as a wife
To one discouerd of your wanton life.
Heele with some poore man rather seeke to place her,
Then suffer you to iniure or disgrace her.
But if your father see you quiet take
This his command, you shall him retchlesse make.
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Meane time your fathers death may end the strife
Or some like good chance happen.
Pam.
Thinkst thou so?
Dau.
There is no doubt ith' world on't.
Pam.
Take you heede to what you lead me.
Dau.
Will you sir be quiet?
Pam.
Ile tell my father as thou bidst me: but
There must be care had, he by no meanes know
she's with childe by me; for I haue promis'd
To giue it breeding.
Dau.
Oh bold enterprise!
Pam.
She begg'd this promise of me, as assurance
That I would not forsake her.
Enter Simo.
Dau.
Ile looke toot.
Your Father's here: let him not note you sad.
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