Were there necessity in your request, although Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder, Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you. Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace, until You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You, Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure, The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him, Leon. Well said, Hermione. Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong: But let him say so then, and let him go; But let him say so, and he shall not stay, We'll thwack him hence with distaffs. Yet of your royal presence [To POLIXENES.] I'll adventure The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia Pol. No, madam. You put me off with limber vows: But I, Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with oaths, 5 Gests were the names of the stages where the King appointed to lie, during a royal progress. • Indeed. Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily, Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees, When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you? My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread verily, One of them you shall be. Pol. Your guest then, madam: To be your prisoner, should import offending; Than you to punish. Her. But your kind hostess. Of my lord's tricks, boys: Not your gaoler then, and yours, when you were 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' the two? Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i' the sun, And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'd, Her. 7 A diminutive of lords. Pol. O my most sacred lady, Temptations have since then been born to us: for In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl; Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes Of my young play-fellow. Her. Grace to boot! Of this make no conclusion; lest you say, You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not Leon. Is he won yet? Her. He'll stay, my lord. Leon. At my request, he would not. Her. What? have I twice said well? when was't before? I pr'ythee, tell me : Cram us with praise, and make us As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongue less, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! But once before I spoke to the purpose: When? Nay, let me have't, I long. Leon. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am yours for ever. Her. It is Grace, indeed. Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice: The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; The other, for some while a friend. Leon. [Giving her hand to POLIXENES. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. - 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 as now they are making practis'd smiles, As in a looking-glass; and then to sigh, as 'twere The mort o' the deer'; O, that is entertainment Art thou my boy? Mam. Leon. Mamillius, 2 Why that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy nose? They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, [Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. Upon his palm?-How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf? Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord. 9 Trembling of the heart. The tune played at the death of the deer. 2 Hearty fellow. 3 i. e. Playing with her fingers as if on a spinnet. Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I have 4, To be full like me:- yet, they say, we are Affection! thy intention stabs the center: With what's unreal thou co-active art, And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent", And hardening of my brows. Pol. What means Sicilia ? How, my lord? Her. He something seems unsettled. What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? You look, As if you held a brow of much distraction: Leon. 4 Thou wantest a rough head, and the budding horns that I have. 6 Credible. s Blue, like the sky. |