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SCENE X.
Enter PHILOXENUS.Phil.
The more I twist and turn it in my thoughts,
What strange disturbances my son has rais'd;
In what amours he has engag'd himself,
And headlong rush'd into, the more I fear;
The more is my concern, lest he should be
Debauch'd and ruin'd—I have not forgot it—
I once was in my prime, and did all this
Myself—But then 'twas in a decent manner—
I can't but disapprove the present mode
That fathers use in managing their sons.
I've had my wench, and brought her home with me,
Indulg'd myself in feasts and drinking-bouts—
Have given presents—But these things were seldom.
So I resolv'd to give my son some liberty
To gratify his youthful inclinations—
I thought it was but right: but not to indulge
In sloth and idleness—I'll now go see
Whether Mnesilochus has brought back my son
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I'm sure he has done, if he has met with him—
For that's his disposition from his infancy.
[Exit.
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