COR. SH. Did fear of this make thee so long an exile?
OED. Of this and parricide, my aged friend.
COR. SH. I came with kind intent—and, dear my lord,
I fain would rid thee from this haunting dread.
OED. Our gratitude should well reward thy love.
COR. SH. Hope of reward from thee in thy return
Was one chief motive of my journey hither.
OED. Return? Not to my parents’ dwelling-place!
COR. SH. Son, ’tis too clear, you know not what you do.
OED. Wherefore, kind sir? For Heaven’s sake teach me this.
COR. SH. If for these reasons you avoid your home.
OED. The fear torments me, Phoebus may prove true.