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My prisoner? Or my guest? By your dread verily,
Pol. Your guest, then, madam :
Her. Not your gaoler then,
Pol. We were, fair queen,
Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two?
And bleat the one at the other : what we changed,
Her. By this we gather, You have tripp'd since.
Pol. O my most sacred lady, Temptations have since then been born to us : for In those unfledged days was my wife a girl : Your precious self had not then cross'd the eyes of my young play-fellow.
Her. Grace to boot !
Leon. Is he won yet?
• A diminutive of lords.
Leon. Never, but once.
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. Our praises are our wages : you may ride us, With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal ;My last good was, to entreat 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 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.
[Giving her hand to Polixenes. 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 Froin heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, And well become the agent : may, I grant : But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, As now they are ; and making practised smiles, As in a looking glass and then to sigh, as 'twere The mort'o' the deert: 0, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillius, Art thou my boy?
Mum. Ay, my good lord.
Leon. I' fecks? Why, that's my bawcock I. What, hast smutch'd
thy nose ? They say,
it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, • Trembling of the heart. + The tune played at the death of the deer. | Hearty fellow.
We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain :
(Observing Polixenes and Hermione. Upon his palm ?-How now, you wanton calt? Art thou my calf?
Cam. Yes, if you will my lord.
that I havet,
Pol. What means Sicilia?
Pol. How, my lord ?
Her. You look,
Leon. No, in good earnest.--
• i. e. Playing with her fingers, as if on a spinnet.
+ Thou wantest a rough head, and the budding horns that I have,
Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.
Pol. If at home, Sir,
thick my blood.
Her. If you would seek us, We are yours i' the garden: shall's attend you
there? Leon. To your own bents dispose you : you'll be
found, Be you beneath the sky :-I am angling now, Though you perceive me not how I give line. Go to, go to ! [Aside.Observing Polixenes and
Hermione. How she holds up the nebt, the bill to him ! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing | husband ! Gone already ; Inch-thick, knee deep; o'er head and ears a fork'd one . [Ereunt Polixenes, Hermione, and
Attendants. Go, play, boy, play ; -thy mother plays, and I Play too : but so disgraced 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 deceived, cuckolds ere now; And many a inan there is, even at this present, Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm, That little thinks she has been sluiced in his
absence, And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't, • Heir apparent, next claimant. + Mouth. * Approving. A horned one, cuckold.
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 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, From east, west, north, and south : be it concluded, 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.
Cam. Ay, my good lord.
[Exit Mamillius. Camillo, this great Sir will yet stay longer.
Cam. You had inuch ado to make his anchor hold; When yon cast out, it still came home.
Leon. Didst note it? Cam. He would not stay at your petitions ; made His business more material.
Leon. Didst thou perceive it ? They're here with me already ; whispering, round
Cam. At the good queen's entreaty.
Cam. Business, my lord ? I think, most understand Bohemia stays here longer.
laferiors in rank.