With all their oracles avert the omen.
Pop. Or that I urge my marriage for advancement;
And thou, doubting my love, pressest denial
To proof of faith.
Ner.Ay, that is it; thou’st hit it.
Pop. Or that I, once thy wife, would cross thy mother,
Divulge her crimes, the hate the senate bear her,
And last, though that’s well known, how she hates thee.
Ner. Speak of this once for all, then let the jest