Pam. I confess,
I love Glycerium: if it be a fault,
That too I do confess. To you, my father,
I yield myself: dispose me as you please!
Command me! Say that I shall take a wife;
Leave her; I will endure it, as I may——
This only I beseech you, think not I
Suborn’d this old man hither.—Suffer me
To clear myself, and bring him here before you.
Simo. Bring him here!