To work a cure for your distemper’d son?
You had prevail’d: I travel’d in the match,
While circumstances would admit; but now
The case is chang’d, content you:—It is said
That she’s a citizen; a child is born:
Prithee excuse us!
Simo. Now, for Heav’n’s sake.
Believe not them, whose interest it is
To make him vile and abject as themselves.
These stories are all feign’d, concerted all,