Yes indeed, my child; but I will be as a father to you.
SCAEVOLA (to another spectator).
Now see, for heaven’s sake, how the tears are flowing from my eyes.
THE OTHER.
Why, neighbour, save them for the fifth act.
SCARAMUCCIO.
And who are you, pretty maid?
THALIA.
Thank you kindly, sir, for asking; I was christened Thalia. I was a servant in the family of this excellent lady, and I could not bring myself to leave her in her distress, and followed her among the Muses.
SCARAMUCCIO.