THEB. SH. The time is far remote. But all is true.
COR. SH. Well, dost remember having given me then
A child, that I might nurture him for mine?
THEB. SH. What means thy question? Let me know thy drift.
COR. SH. Friend, yonder stands the infant whom we knew.
THEB. SH. Confusion seize thee, and thy evil tongue!
OED. Check not his speech, I pray thee, for thy words
Call more than his for chastisement, old sir.
THEB. SH. O my dread lord, therein do I offend?
OED. Thou wilt not answer him about the child?
THEB. SH. He knows not what he speaks. His end is vain.
OED. So! Thou’lt not tell to please us, but the lash
Will make thee tell.