Come here.
Pam.What, father?
Chr. What, father? As innocent
As milk, no doubt. You think it’s possible I do not know?
I’ll tell you what: to-day I have found a daughter, sir,
And lost a son. Begone and take your Gorgo with you:
For I’ll not own you longer. Be off! Go where you will:
But see you ne’er set foot beneath my roof again.
Pam. Father, what do you mean? What have I done?
Chr.You dare