And so may I deserve your love, my father,
As I am sorry to have done this fault,
And am asham’d to see you!
Micio. I believe it;
For well I know you have a liberal mind:
But I’m afraid you are too negligent,
For in what city do you think you live?
You have abus’d a virgin, whom the law
Forbade your touching.—’Twas a fault, a great one;
But yet a natural failing. Many others,