OED. I come to offer thee this woe-worn frame,
As a free boon,—not goodly in outward view.
A better gift than beauty is that I bring.
THE. What boon dost thou profess to have brought with thee?
OED. Thou shalt know by and by,—not yet awhile.
THE. When comes the revelation of thine aid?
OED. When I am dead, and thou hast buried me.
THE. Thou cravest the last kindness. What’s between
Thou dost forget or else neglect.
OED. Herein
One word conveys the assurance of the whole.
THE. You sum up your petition in brief form.
OED. Look to it. Great issues hang upon this hour.
THE. Mean’st thou in this the fortune of thy sons
Or mine?