Pish, you know, my Lord,
Old men are cholerick.

Antinous:

And lastly parted
With, never henceforth see my face: O me,
How have I lost a Father? Such a Father!
Such a one _Decius_! I am miserable,
Beyond expression.

Decius:

Fie, how unbecoming
This shews upon your day of fame!

Antinous:

O mischief!
I must no more come near him; that I know,
And am assur'd on't.

Decius:

Say you do not?

Antinous:

True: