Though I have done nothing but what was good,
I dare not see my Father: it was fault
Enough not to acquaint him with that good.
Lig.
Madam I should have scene you.
Spa.
O good Sir forgive me.
Lig.
Forgive you, why I am no kin to you, am I?
Spa.
Should it be measur'd by my meane deserts,
Indeed you are not.
Lig.