University of Virginia Library

Search this document 

SCENE V.

Erato.
Only to love and honour such a father,
Is to be still ungrateful. I would give
Some wild, romantic proof of my obedience,
Out of the common, trampled road of duty—
Here comes Epicrates. Why all this tumult,
This trouble at him, whom I us'd to meet
With transport, yet be mistress of myself?