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SCENE IV.
Manent SIMO, CHREMES.By heav'n,
As I do live, I'll make you know this day
What peril lies in trifling with a master,
And make Him know what 'tis to plague a father.
Chremes.
Ah, be not in such rage.
Simo.
Oh Chremes, Chremes,
Filial unkindness!—Don't you pity me?
To feel all this for such a thankless son!—
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Have you no shame?
[calling at Glycerium's door.
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