Vera. Then, what am I?
Ram. His foster-father.
Vera. Impudently said;
And yet I hope 'tis true. So much I hate him,
That I could buy the public scorn, to be
An alien to his blood.
Xim. Have patience, sir,
And you shall have your wish on cheaper terms;
But hear me speak.
Vera. Good heaven, then give me patience!