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Ph. What matter, when all the time you are just behind the hedge?
No reason I see to wound him: I shall feel my way.
An hour will settle all. If he be kindly bent,
Or I can move him towards you, you must stand prepared
To strike while the iron is hot. The lady, I understand,
Will be with you here: be ready, and when I give the word,
You step across the road and kneel for the old man’s blessing.
Clin. I have told you, Pamphilus, Antiphila must not come.
Your father’s interference is most unfortunate: