I am most miserable.
Ach.O fear not that,
Mother and goddess! Pardon me, weep not.
Let all men curse me, be my name abhorred,
Rather than thou be grieved. ’Twas anger moved me:
I will forget this, and obey thee. Say
What I must do, how best avoid these men:
And how refuse their call if I be found.
Th. Kiss me, my son. By the gods’ life, I love thee:
My grief is to deny thee. But there’s need