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ANDRIA.
Act III. Sc. 6.
Pam. Eho! thou honest man!
Do you acknowledge where your counsels led me?
Dav. I labour now to extricate—
Pam. To extricate?
Dav. Truly so, Pamphilus.
Pam. Ay—even as before.
Dav. Not so, I trust, but with a better fortune.
Pam. Think you—I will believe you, furcifer!
Can you restore a thing that 's lost and gone?
Oh! from a state of happiness, to be
Cast down to depths of married misery!
I told you it would be so.
Dav. You did so.
Pam. And what do you deserve.
Dav. Deserve the cross—
Grant me a moment, let me think a while—
Devize some plan.
Pam. I have no leisure now
To punish, nor to think of punishment.
I must see to myself—my own affairs
Have now the sway o'er me and mastery.
