Then spake the woman whose the living child [was] unto the king, for her bowels yearned upon her son, and she said, O my lord, give her the living child, and in no wise slay it. But the other said, Let it be neither mine nor thine, [but] divide [it].
Ver. 26. For her bowels yearned.] Good blood, we say, will not belie itself: good nature will work.
O my lord.] Parce puero, spare my child: this she would have said to the king. Give her, &c. This she saith to the officers.