Leon. Stay your thanks awhile; And pay them when you part. Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow. I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance, Leon. We are tougher, brother, Than you can put us to't. Pol. No longer stay. Leon. One seven-night longer. Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow. Leon. We'll part the time between's then: and in that I'll no gainsaying. Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you, so; And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'd, There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'the That any did: Had we pursu'd that life, Of this make no conclusion; lest you say? If Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were You did continue fault, and that you slipp if not strong: But let him say so then, and let him go; But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, We'll thwack him thence with distaffs. With any but with us. Leon. Is he won yet?· Her. He'll stay, my lord. Leon. At my request, he would not. Yet of your royal presence [to Polixenes] I'll ad- Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'stu venture To better purpose. Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Though you would seek to unsphere the stars With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal; Her. It is Grace, indeed.[twice: Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; The other, for some while a friend. [gives her hand to Pol. Leon. Too hot, too hot: [aside. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. I have tremor cordis on me; my heart dances; But not for joy,-not joy.-This entertainment May a free face put on; derive a liberty From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, And well become the agent: it may, I grant: But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, As now they are; and making practis'd smiles, As in a looking-glass;-and then to sigh, as 'twere The mort o'the deer; O, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows-Mamillius, Art thou my boy? Mam. Ay, my good lord. [thy nose? [observing Polixenes and Hermione. Upon his palm?-How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf? Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord. To be full like me:-yet, they say, we are (And that beyond commission; and I find it,) Pol. What means Sicilia? Her. He something seems unsettled. What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? As if you held a brow of much distraction: Leon. No, in good earnest, How sometimes nature will betray its folly, In my green velvet coat: my dagger muzzled, Let it should bite its master, and so prove, As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. How like,methought, I then was to this kernci, This quash, this gentleman. Mine houest friend, Will you take eggs for money? Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. Leon. You will? why, happy man be's dole:- Are you so fond of your young prince, as we Pol. If at home, sir, He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: Leon. So stauds this squire Offic'd with me: we two will walk, my lord, And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione, How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap; [welcome; Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's Apparent to my heart. Her. If you would seek us, [there? We are yours i'the garden: Shall's attend you Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found, Be you beneath the sky:-I am angling now, [aside; observes Polixenes and Herm. [exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants. Go, play, boy, play;-tby mother plays, and I Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour Will be my knell.-Go, play, boy, play;-There have been, Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds cre now; arm, That little thinks she has been sluic'd in 's absence, And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't, Whiles other men have gates; and those gutes open'd, As minc, against their will: Should all despair, That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves. Physic for't there is It is a bawdy planet, that will strike (none; Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, From east, west, north, and south: Be it conciuued, No barricado for a belly; know it; It will let in and out the enemy, With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us Have the disease, and feel't not.-How now, boy Mam. I am like you, they say. Leon. Why, that's some comfort. What! Camillo there? Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour When you cast out, it still came home. [hold: Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; Leon. Didst perceive it?— [made They're here with me already; whispering, round- Cam. At the good queen's entreaty. Leon. At the queen's, be't: good, should be But so it is, it is not. Was this taken [pertinent; By any understanding pate but thine? For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in More than the common blocks:-Not noted, is't, But of the finer natures? by some severals, Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes, Perchance, are to this business purblind: say. Cam. Business, my lord? I think, most underBohemia stays here longer. [stand Leon. Ha? Cam. Stays here longer. Leon. Ay, but why? Cannot be mute,) or thought, (for cogitation To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear Leon. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning check to cheek? is meeting noses? With the pin and web, but theirs, theirs only, Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties That would unseen be wicked? is this nothing? Of our most gracious mistress. may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; In every one of these no man is free. [drawn, But that his negligence, his folly, fear, I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, Leon. Have not you seen, Camillo, (But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn;) or heard, Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; Cam. Good my lord, be cur'd Leon. Say, it be; 'tis truc. Cam. No, no, my lord. Leon. It is; you lie, you lie : I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; Cam. Who does infect her? Leon. Why he, that wears her like her medal, About his neck, Bohemia; who-if I [hanging Had servants true about me; that bare eyes To see alike mine honour as their profits, Their own particular thrifts,-they would do that Which should undo more doing: Ay, and thou, His cup-bearer,-whom I from meaner form Have bench'd, and rear'd to worship; who may'st [heaven, Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sces How I am galled,-might'st bespice a cup, To give mine enemy a lasting wink; Which draught to me were cordial. see Cam. Sir, my lord, I could do this; and that with no rash potion, Leon. Make't thy question, and go rot. To appoint myself in this vexation? sully Give scandal to the blood o'the prince my son, Cam. I must believe you, sir; I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't: Leon. Thou dost advise me, Even so as I mine own course have set down: I'll give no blemish to her honour, none. Cam. My lord, Go then; and with a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia, Leon. This is all: Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart; Cam. I'll do't, my lord. Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis'd me. [exit. Cam. O miserable lady!-But, for me, Let villainy itself forswear't. I must Enter Polizenes. Pol. This is strange! methinks, My favour here begins to warp. Good-day, Camillo. Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he As he had seen't, or been an instrument To vice you to't, that you have touch'd his [queen Not speak? Forbiddenly. Cam. Hail, most royal sir! Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance, Cam. I dare not know, my lord. Pol. How! dare not? do not. Do you know, and dare not Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabouts : Pol. O, then my best blood turn A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril Cam. Swear his thought over Pol. How should this grow? Cam. I know not: but, I am sure, 'tis safer to Avoid what's grown, than question how 'tis | My people did expect my hence departure born. If therefore you dare trust my honesty,- Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove, Pol. I do believe thee: I saw his heart in his face. Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they In my just censure? in my true opinion?— Alack, for lesser knowledge!—How accurs'd, The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known How he hath drank, he cracks his gorge, his sides, With violent hefts: I have drank, and seen the spider. Camillo was his help in this, his pander :- 1 Lord. By his great authority; Leon. I know't too well. [him: |