Ach. I was called Pyrrha.
Lyc.O shame.
Ach.Yet hearken, sire!
Lyc. Wast thou the close attendant of my daughter,
Her favoured comrade, and she held it hid
’Neath a familiar countenance before me,
So false unto her modesty and me?
Alas! alas!
Ach. O sire, she hath known me but as thou, and loved
Not knowing whom.