Oh hear me, hear me, father!
Have you forgot that dear indulgent name,
Never before in vain pronounced by me?
Vera. Ha! who disturbs my thoughts?
Cel. [Kneeling.] 'Tis Celidea.—
Alas, I would relieve you, if I durst:
If ever I offended, even in thought,
Or made not your commands
The bounds of all my wishes and desires,
Bid me be dumb, or else permit me speech.