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crutches, ere he was born, desire yet their life to fee him a man.
Arch. Would they else be content to die !
Cam. Yes, if there were no other excufe why they should desire to live.
Arch. If the King had no fon, they would defire to live on crutches 'till he had one.
SCENE opens to the Presence.
Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow :
Leo. We are tougher, brother,
Pol. No longer stay.
Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you, so;
'Twere -bebind the geft Prefcribid for's parring:) I have not ventur'd to alter the text, tho', I fieely own, I can neither trace, nur undeiftand, the phrase. I have suspected, that the poet wrote;
"Twere needful I deny'd it. My affairs
Leo. Tongue-ty'd, our Queen ? speak you.
Her. I had thought, Sir, to've held my peace, until You ’ad drawn oaths from him not to stay : you, Sir Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure, All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction The by-gone day proclaim'd ; fay this to him, He's beat from his best ward.
Leo. Well faid, Hermione.
Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were frong,
Pal. No, madam.
-bebind ebe just Prescrib'd for's parting. i.e. the just, precise, time; the inftant; (where time is likewise understood) by an Ellipfis pract s'd in all tongues. It is familiar with us to lay, I'll do such a thing juht now. And in the same manner the French use their adverb justement (eo ipfo tempore) precisement, a point
Should yet fay, “ Sir, no going: verily,
Her. Not your goaler then,
Pol. We were, fair Queen,
Her. Was not my Lord
Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i'th' fun, And bleat the one at th’ other: what we chang'd, Was innocence for innocence ; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing ; no, nor dream’d, That any did : had we pursu'd that life, And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven Boldly, Not guilly; th' imposition clear'd (3), Hereditary ours.
Her. By this we gather,
Pol. O my most sacred Lady,
1b' imposition clear'd, Hereditary ours.) i. e, setting alide original fin : bating that im. position from the offence of our firft parents, we might have boldly protested our innocence to heaven, againft any guilt committed iy Qurselves.
dis on me--my heart dances ;
from bounty, fertile bosom,
[Observing Polixenes and Hermione. ---how now, you wanton calf! If? f you will, my Lord. ane'it a rough pash, and the shoots that I me. Yet they say, we are [have, as eggs; women say so,
y thing; -hut were they false, jacks, as winds, as waters; false de wish'd, by one that fixes ixt his and mine ; yet were it true 'oy were like me.
Come, Sir page, ith your welkin-eye, fweet villain. ny collop-can thy dam :-may't be thou doft ftab to th' center. te possible things not be fo held, it with dreams ---(how can this be?), - nreal, thou coactive art, : nothing. Then 'tis very credent, o'tb’deer.) To blow a mors, is a hunting phrase, tigJ a particular air, call'd a mort, to give notice thai che 25 hunted, is run down, and killing, or kill'd. L 6