Daddy holds, hugs, kisses, and caresses his young daughter but he rough and tumbles, throws around, and mock fights with his little son.

MIRIAM. Waitress? A cappuccino for each of us, please. / BO. I mean, what happens next? / MIRIAM. The lady brings us two cappuccini.

Though long detain'd / In that obscure sojourn

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