And make thy weapon drop.
Mir.
Beseech you, father.
Pros. Hence! hang not on my garments.
Mir.
Sir, have pity;
I’ll be his surety.
Pros.
I. 2. 475 Silence! one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
And make thy weapon drop.
Mir.
Beseech you, father.
Pros. Hence! hang not on my garments.
Mir.
Sir, have pity;
I’ll be his surety.
Pros.
I. 2. 475 Silence! one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!