[page 294][1102-1134] OED. My daughters, are ye there?
ANT. Saved by the arm
Of Theseus and his most dear ministers.
OED. Come near me, child, and let your father feel
The treasure he had feared for ever gone.
ANT. Not hard the boon which the heart longs to give.
OED. Where are ye, where?
ANT. Together we draw near.
OED. Loved saplings of a solitary tree!
ANT. A father’s heart hides all.
OED. Staves of mine age!
ANT. Forlorn supporters of an ill-starred life!