Her. What? have I twice faid well? when was't be fore? I pr'ythee, tell me; cram's with praise, and make's Our praifes are our wages. Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! Leo. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had fowr'd themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, And clepe thy felf my love; then didst thou utter, "I am yours for ever. Her. 'Tis grace, indeed. Why, lo you now; I've spoke to th' purpose twice; The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; Th' other, for fome while a friend. Leo. Too hot, too hot To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. I have tremor cordis on me But not for joy-not joy.· my heart dances ; [Afide. This entertainment May a free face put on; derive a liberty Mam. Ay, my good lord. Why, Why, that's my bawcock; what? has't fmutch'd thy nofe? They fay, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain; And yet the fteer, the heifer, and the calf, Are all call'd neat. Upon his palm?- Still virginalling [Obferving Polixenes and Hermione. -how now, you wanton calf! Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord. Leo. Thou want'ft a rough pash, and the shoots that To be full like me.-Yet they fay, we are may't be And fellow'ft Nothing. Then 'tis very credent, And hardning of my brows. Pol. What means Sicilia? Her: He fomething feems unfettled. Pol. How my lord? Leo. What cheer? how is't with you, beft brother? Her. You look, As if you held a brow of much Distraction. Are not you mov'd, my lord? Leo. No, in good earnest. How fometimes nature will betray its folly! L 4 Το To harder bofoms! Looking on the lines How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. Leo. You will! why, happy man be's dole!―My brother, Are you fo fond of your young Prince, as we Pal. If at home, Sir, He's all my exercife, my mirth, my matter; Offic'd with me: we two will walk, my lord, Next to thy felf, and my young rover, he's Her. If you will feek us, We are yours i'th garden: fhall's attend you there? Leo. To your own bents difpofe 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. [Afide, obferving Her. How the holds up the neb! the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife [Exe. Polix. Her. and attendants. Manent Leo. Mam. and Cam. To her allowing husband. Gone already, Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears, a fork'd one. Go, Go, play, boy, play-thy mother plays, and I Will hifs me to my grave: contempt and clamour Will be my knel. Go, play, boy, play thore have been, Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; And many a man there is, even at this prefent, Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful: think it. It will let in and out the enemy, With bag and baggage: many a thousand of's Leo. Why, that's fome comfort. What? Camillo there? Cam. Ay, my good Lord. Leo. Go play, Mamillius -thou'rt an honest man: Camillo, this Great Sir will yet ftay longer. [Ex. Mamil Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold; When you caft out, it ftill came home. Leo. Didit note it? Cam. He would not ftay at your petitions made; His bufinefs more material. Leo. Didft perceive it? They're here with me already; whifp'ring, rounding: Sicilia is a fo-forth; 'tis far gone, When I fhall guft it last. How cam't, Camillo, That he did ftay? Cam. At the good Queen's entreaty. Lear Leo. At the Queen's be't; good, fhould be pertinent; But fo it is, it is not. Was this taken By any understanding pate but thine? For thy conceit is foaking, will draw in Cam. Business, my lord? I think, moft understand Bohemia ftays here longer. Leo. Ha? Cam. Stays here longer. Leo. Ay, but why? Cam. To fatisfe your Highness, and th' entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leo. Satisfie Th' entreaties of your mistress? fatisfie? Let That fuffice. I've trufted thee, Camillo, In that, which feems fo. Cam. Be it forbid, my lord Leo. To bide upon't; Thou art not honeft; or, If thou inclin'ft that way, thou art a coward; Which hoxes honefty behind, reftraining From courfe requir'd: or elfe thou must be counted And therein negligent; or elfe a fool, That feeft a game plaid home, the rich ftake drawn, Cam. My gracious lord, I may be negligent, foolish and fearful; (3) (3) I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; In Some |