THEB. SH. By all that’s merciful,
Scourge not this aged frame!
OED. Pinion him straight!
THEB. SH. Unhappy! wherefore? what is’t you would know?
[page 118][1156-1181] OED. Gave you this man the child of whom he asks you?
THEB. SH. I gave it him. Would I had died that hour!
OED. Speak rightly, or your wish will soon come true.
THEB. SH. My ruin comes the sooner, if I speak.
OED. This man will balk us with his baffling prate.
THEB. SH. Not so. I said long since, ‘I gave the child.’
OED. Whence? Was’t your own, or from another’s hand?