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* Hold good our reck’ning f" If the text, however, should be without fault, in this manner it must be expounded. Sir, we have not enough left hardly to satisfy present demands; and others are drawing on apace: how shall we guard against intervening dangers, and what a deplorable reckoning will things come to at last 2 of im,
Have told my Lord of you; he is coming down to you, I Flam. I thank you, Sir.
Enter Lucullus. Ser. Here's my Lord.
*hird the very ardour of our petition, and froze us into silence. We
meet with a compound, exactly formed like this, in K. jobn, Aét 2.
where Lady Constance says;
Luc. HO, the Lord Timon P he is my very good friend, and an honourable gentleman. 1 Stran. We know him for no less, tho' we are but strangers to him. But I can tell you one thing, my Lord, and which I hear from common rumours, now Lord Timon's happy hours are done and past, and his estate shrinks from him.
(16) But prolong his bour !] Mr. Pope, in both his editions, without any authority or reason assign'd, has substituted or instead of but here : by which the sense is infeebled; and the servant only made to say, let my master's meat in his belly, when he comes to be fick, neither be of force to expel his fickness, nor to put off the time of his death, one hour. Whereas but finely exaggerates the servant's intended curse, to this effe&t : Let diseases only work upon that food in him, which my master paid for; let it not prove a nutriment able to expel the malady; but on the contrary, the fewc1 to his distemper, and the
means of prolonging his torture Luc.