Her. Never? Leo. Never, but once. Her. What? have I twice faid well? when was't before? I pr'ythee, tell me : Cram us with praife, and make us As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongueless, Slaughters a thoufand, waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages: You may ride us With one foft kiss a thousand furlongs, ere г With spur we heat an acre-But to the goal;- Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! Leo. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had four'd themselves to death, And clap thyfelf my love; then didst thou utter, t Her. It is Grace, indeed, Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice: The other, for fome while a friend. Leo. Too hot, too hot: [Giving her band to Polixenes. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. I have "tremor cordis on me :-my heart dances; [Afide. we heat an acre-But to the goal;]-run the space of, over-run it. -But to come to the point I was aiming at. And clap thyself my love ;]-And declare, by clapping thy palm to mine, by ftriking hands. clepe-call thyself. It is Grace, indeed.]-This indulgence of her wish for the stay of Polixenes. tremor cordis]-a palpitation of the heart. May May a free face put on; derive a liberty Mam. Ay, my good lord. Leo. I'fecks? Why, that's my bawcock. What, haft fmutch'd thy nofe? They fay, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, [Obferving Polixenes and Hermione. Upon his palm?-How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf? Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord. Leo. Thou want'ft a rough pash, and the shoots that I have, To be full like me :-yet, they fay, we are Almost as like as eggs; women say so, That will fay any thing: But were they false C "The mort o'the deer ;]-A leffon on the horn at his death. my bawcock.]-my brave boy. Y not neat,]-not horned cattle. virginalling]-playing, as on a spinnet, with her fingers. aa rough pafh, and the shoots]-a rough pate, like a bull calf, and the horns. As o'er-dy'd blacks,]-dy'd too much, and thereby rotted, and made rusty. that fixes no bourn 'twixt his and mine ;]-that plays the deepest. No No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true d Look on me with your welkin-eye: Sweet villain! Moft dear'ft! my collop!-Can thy dam? may't be? Affection! thy intention ftabs the center. Thou doft make poffible things not fo held, Communicat'ft with dreams,-How can this be? And fellow'ft nothing: Then, 'tis very credent, And hardning of my brows. Pol. What means Sicilia? my brains, Her. He fomething feems unfettled. What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? Her. You look, As if you held a brow of much diftraction: Are you mov'd, my lord? Leo. No, in good earneft. How fometimes nature will betray its folly, welkin-eye-sky blue. my collop!]-part of myself. "a collop of my flesh." HENRY VI, Pt. I, A&t V, Sc. 5. Shep.' thy intention ftabs the center.]-when thou art moft intenfe, how oft doft thou receive a mortal ftab? & credent,]-probable. commiffion;]-what I allow. How How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, * Will you take eggs for money? Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. Leo. You will? why, happy man be his dole !-My brother, Are you so fond of your young prince, as we Do seem to be of ours? Pol. If at home, fir, He's all my exercife, my mirth, my matter: Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord, And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione, Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's Apparent to my heart. Her. If you would feek us, We are yours i'the garden: Shall's attend you there? Be * This Squash,] [Afide, obferving Hermione. 66 as a fquash is before 'tis a peafcod." TWELFTH NIGHT, A&t I, Sc. 5. Mal. Will you take eggs for money?]—If ordered to ftand, will you deliver without resistance? Will you put up an affront tamely? happy man be his dole!]-I wish you good luck then. MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR, A&t III, Sc. 4. Slen. m Apparent]-Heir. Go 4 Go to, go to! How fhe holds up the neb, the bill to him! [Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants. To her allowing hufband! Gone already; Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears "a fork'd one.- Play too; but fo difgrac'd a part, whose iffue Will hifs me to my grave; contempt and clamour Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; And many a man there is, even at this prefent, Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, It will let in and out the enemy, With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us Leo. Why, that's fome comfort.- Cam. Ay, my good lord. A a fork'd one.]-a cuckold. • 'tis powerful,]-acts powerfully all over the world. Leo. |