Ib.—
“Vio. A blank, my lord: she never told her love!—
But let concealment,” &c.
After the first line (of which the last five words should be spoken with, and drop down in, a deep sigh), the actress ought to make a pause; and then start afresh, from the activity of thought, born of suppressed feelings, and which thought had accumulated during the brief interval, as vital heat under the skin during a dip in cold water.
Ib. sc. 5.—
“Fabian. Though our silence be drawn from us by cars, yet
peace.”
Perhaps, “cables.”
Act iii. sc. 1.—
“Clown. A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit.”