To gratify your passion: from that hour
Well might you feel your state of wretchedness.
—But why give in to this? Why torture thus,
Why vex my spirit? Why afflict my age
For his distemp’rature? Why rue his sins?
—No; let him have her, joy in her, live with her.
Pam. My father!——
Simo. How, my father!—can I think
You want this father? You that for yourself
A home, a wife, and children have acquir’d