Th.His daughter more,

If thou desert her.

Ach.But ’twould hurt her less

To lose me now than know me when disgraced.

Th. I plead not in her name, nor charge thee, son,

With loving her in my contempt. A dream

Of mortal fancy or honour may becloud

Thy mind awhile, but ne’er canst thou forget

Thy bond to me; the care that never left thee

Till thou wert out of hand; the love that dared