I knew too thou wouldst come, dear father, and yet
I never honoured thee enough: I thought
I should be worthy of thee: now I fear ...
Ul. I must be unlike thy thought, son; but in thee
I see myself again of twenty years:
Nay, I was somewhat thicker, but maybe
That will make up; and thou hast got instead
Thy mother’s grace. ’Tis true we mostly shape
Less to the father.
Tel.How, sire, didst thou come?