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Philodamus | ||
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?
Philodamus | ||