Samuel Richardson - Clarissa - Mad Paper II lyrics

Paper II. (Scratched through, and thrown under the table.) —‘And can you, my dear honoured papa, resolve for ever to reprobate your poor child?—But I am sure you would not, if you knew what she has suffered since her unhappy—And will nobody plead for your poor suffering girl?—No one good body?—Why, then, dearest Sir, let it be an act of your own innate goodness, which I have so much experienced, and so much abused. I don't presume to think you should receive me—No, indeed—My name is—I don't know what my name is!—I never dare to wish to come into your family again!—But your heavy curse, my papa—Yes, I will call you papa, and help yourself as you can—for you are my own dear papa, whether you will or not—And though I am an unworthy child—yet I am your child—'