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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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Here, Pamphilus, come forth! ho, Pamphilus!
Have you no shame?

[calling at Glycerium's door.