Of my own thoughts I have been wandering.
I have not seen my father since this morning.
I’ll go and seek him now.
CHAUCER
Nay, boy, remain.
Doubtless he’s gone to chapel. I will find him
And bring him to you here. First, though, let me
Anticipate my fool’s prerogative
And play the father to another’s bairns,
This vixen girl and boy.