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Her. Not your gaoler then, But your kind hostess ; come, I'll question you Of my Lord's tricks, and your's, when ye were boys: You were pretty lordings then ?
Pol. We were, fair Queen, Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal.
Her. Was not my Lord The verier wag o'th'two? Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i'th'
fun And bleat the one at th' other: what we change'd Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing; no, nor dream'd That any did : had we pursu'd that life, And our weak fpirits ne'er been higher rear'd With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven Boldly, Not guilty; th' imposition clear'd, Hereditary ours *.
Her. By this we gather
You have tript since.
Pol. O my most sacred Lady,
Temptations have since then been born to's : for
In those unfledge'd days was my wife a girl;
Your precious felf had not then cross'd the eyes
Of my young play-fellow.
Her. Grace to boot !
Of this make no conclusion, lest you say,
Your Queen and I are devils.
Th’offences we have made you do we'll answer ;
you first finn'd with us, and that with us You did continue fault; and that you flipt not, With
but with us. Leo. Is he won yet? Her. He'll stay my Lord.
Leo, At my request he would not: Hermione, my deareft, thou ne'er spok't To better purpose.
i. e. fetting aside o iginal fin; bating the imposition from the offence of cor fi: It parents, we might have boldly proteíted our innocence to incaven,
Her. Never ?
Leon. Never but once.
Her. What ? have I twice said well? when was't
I pr’ythee tell me; cram's with praise, and make's
As fat as tame things: one good deed dying tonguelefs,
Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages.
With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs, ere
With spur we heat an acre, but to the goal *.
My last good deed was to intreat his stay;
What was my first? it has an elder sister,
Or I mistake you : 0, would her name were Grace !
But once before I fpake to th' purpofe? when?
Nay, let me hav't ; I long.
Leo. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sow'rd themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, And clepe thyself my love; then didst thou utter “ I am your's for ever." Her. 'Tis
indeed. Why, lo you now; I've spoke to the purpose twice; The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; Th' other, for some while a friend. Leo. Too hot, too hot
[Afide. 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 : 't may, I grant;
But to be padling palms, and pinching fingers,
As now they are, and making practis'd smiles,
As in a looking-glass—and then to figh, as 'twere
The mort o'th' deer t; Oh, that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillius,
Art thou my boy?
Mam. Ay, my good Lord. * i. e, good usage will win us to any thing ; but, with ill, we ftop Thort, even there where both our interelt and our inclination would otherwise have carried vs. t A lesson upon the horn at the death of the deer, Vol. III. Da
Leo. I'fecks !
[nose ? Why, that's my bawcock; what? has't smutch'd thy They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, Captain, , We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, Captain;
[Wipes the boy's face. And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf, Are all call'd neat. Still virginalling
[Observing Polixenes and Hermione. Upon his palm? How now, you wanton calf! Art thou
calf ? Mam Yes, if you will, my Lord. Leo. Thou want’it a rough palh, and the shoots that
To be full like me. - Yet they say, we are
Almost as like as eggs : women say fo,
That will say any thing; but they were falfe,
As o'er-dy'd blacks *, as winds, as waters; false
As dice are to be with’d, by one that fixes
No bourne 'twixt his and mine ; yet were it true
To say, this boy were like me. Come, Sir page,
Look on me with your welkin-eye, sweet villain,
Moft dear'st, my collop-can thy dam-may't be-
Imagination ! thou dost stab to th’ centre.
Thou doit make poflible things not be so held,
Communicat'st with dreams--(how can this be ?)
With what's unreal, thou co-active art,
And fellow'st nothing. Then 'tis very credent,
Thou may'll co-join with something, and thou doft,
And that beyond commifiion ; and I find it;
And that to the infection of my brains,
And hard'ning of my brows.
Pol. What means Sicilia ?
Her. He something seems unsettled.
Pol. How? iny Lord ?
Leo. What cheer · how is’t with you, best brother!
Her. You look
held a brow of much distraction. Are not you mov’d, my Lord ?
Leo. No, in good earneit. * A black dye being used in two great quantity, coth not only make the cloth to rot upon which it is put, but the colour itfelf to face and grow rulty much the sooner.
How fometimes nature will betray its folly!
Its tenderness! and make itself a pastime
To harder bofoms ! looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methoughts I did recoil
Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,
Left it Thould bite its master; and fo prove,
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous :
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend,
for money ?
Mam. No, my Lord, I'll fight.
Leo. You will! why, happy man be's dole!--My
Are you so fond of your young prince, as we
Do seem to be of ours ?
Pol. If at home, Sir,
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter :
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all.
He makes a July’s day short as December :
And, with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that should thick my blood.
Leo. So stands this fquire
Office'd with me: we two will walk, my Lord,
And-leave you to your graver steps. Hermione,
How thou lov'st us, shew in our brother's welcome.
Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap.
Next to thyself, and my young rover he's
Apparent to my heart.
Her. If you will seek us,
We are your's i'th' garden : shall's attend you there?
Leo. To your own bents dispose you; you'll be found,
Be you beneath the sky. I am angling now,
Tho' you perceive me not, how I give line ;
Go to, go to.
[ide, observing Her.
How she holds up the neb! the bill to him !
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
[Exeunt Polix. Her. and attendants.
[Månent Leo. Mam, and Cam. To her allowing husband
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Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears, a fork'd
Go play, boy, play--thy mother plays and I
Play too; but so disgrace'd a part, whose issue
Will hiss me to my grave : contempt and clamour
Will be my knell. Go, play, boy, play—there have
Or I am much deceiv’d, cuckolds ere now ;
And many a man there is, even at this present,
Now while I speak this, holds his wife by th' arm,
That little thinks she has been sluice'd in's absence ;
And his pond filh'd by his next neighbour, by
Sir Smile his neighbour ; nay, there's comfort in't,
Whiles other men have gates, and those gates open’d,
As mine, against their will. Should all despair
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
Would hang themselves. Physic for't, there is none.
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike
Where ʼtis predominant; and 'tis powerful: think it *.
Many a thousand of's have the disease, and feel't not,
How now, boy?
Mam. I am like you they say.
Leo. Why, that's some comfort.
What! Camillo there?
Cam. Ay, my good Lord.
Leo. Go play, Mamillius—thou’rt an honest man.
[Exit Mamillius. S C Ε Ν Ε III. Camillo, this Great Sir will yet stay longer.
Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold; When
cast out, it still came home. Leo. Did'st not it?
Cam. He would not stay at your petitions made ; His business more material.
Leo. Didit perceive it?
From east, welt north, and south, be it concluded,
No barricado for a boly. Know't,
It will let in and out the enemy,
With bag and baggage,
Many a thousand, c.