_Davus._ You did, Sir, I confess. _Pam._ What do you deserve[158]? _Davus._ Death. But allow me a short time to recover myself, and I will soon consider what is to be done? _Pam._ Alas! I have not time to punish you as you deserve: the present moment demands my attention to my own wretched affairs; and will not suffer me to revenge myself on you. END OF THE THIRD ACT. ACT IV. SCENE I. CHARINUS. (_alone._) [159]Is this credible, or to be mentioned as a truth, that any man can be so innately worthless, as to rejoice at the miseries and misfortunes of others, and even turn them to his own advantage? Ah! is it possible that such baseness can exist? Those men have characters of the very worst description, who make a scruple to deny a favour; and are ashamed[160], or unwilling to give a downright refusal at first; but who, when the time arrives for the performance of their promises, necessarily expose themselves in their true colours; and, though they may hesitate, yet, circumstances compel them to give an absolute denial: and they will afterwards insult you with the most impertinent speeches, as, Who are you? What are you to me? Why should I resign my mistress to you? Every man for himself, Sir, is my maxim! And, if you upbraid them with their want of honour, they are not at all ashamed. Thus, when they ought to blush for their perfidy, they are shameless! And, in the former case, when there was no cause for it, they are shamefaced and timorous! But what shall I do? Shall I go and expostulate with him on his treachery? I will! and overwhelm him with reproaches: if any one tell me that no advantage will result from it: I answer this, that I shall poison[161] his joy: and even that will yield me some satisfaction. SCENE II. CHARINUS, PAMPHILUS, DAVUS. _Pam._ Oh! Charinus, unless the gods assist us, my imprudence has undone both you and myself! _Char._ What! imprudence! So you found an excuse at last. You have broken your promise, Sir. _Pam._ How! at last? _Char._ Do you think that any thing you can say will impose upon me a second time? _Pam._ What do you mean, Sir? _Char._ As soon as I had told you of my love for Philumena, she pleased you forsooth! Alas! fool that I was! I judged of your heart by my own. I believed you to be sincere, and you deceived me. _Pam._ You deceive yourself. _Char._ Did you think that your happiness would not be complete, unless you could delude an unfortunate lover by nourishing his vain hopes? Well, take her[162]. _Pam._ I take her! Alas, you know not half the miseries that oppress me; nor how my rascal Davus has embarrassed me with his pernicious advice. _Char._ No wonder! I suppose he follows the fine example you set him. _Pam._ You would not talk thus if you knew me, or my love.