Chr. You and your Persian customs be hanged, sir; and I believe
You’re more than half to blame for all the impertinence
I have suffered to-day.
Ph.I am, sir; I came to make the confession;
But if you know it already, why do you spite your son?
I have been your guest to-day, & if I have overstrained
The liberty of the feast, I am ready in turn to pay
The penalty. In the name of Bacchus, disown and cast off me,
Disinherit me if you will. But him, your flesh & blood,
Pity and forgive.