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We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain : We are yours i’the garden : Shall's attend you And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf,
there? Are all call’d, neat.--Still virginalling!
Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be LObserving Polixenes and Hermione. found, Upon his palm?-How now, you wanton cait? Be you beneath the sky:-I am angling now, Art thou my calf?
Though you perceive me not how I give line Mam.
Yes, if you will, my lord. Go to, go to! Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots (Aside. Observing Polixenes and Hermione. that I have,
How she holds up the neb, !the bill to him ! To be full like me:-yet, they say, we are And arms her with the boldness of a wife Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
To her allowing husband ! Gone already; That will say any thing : But were they false luch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears á fork'd As o'er-died blacks, as wind, as waters; false As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes
[Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and altendunts. No bourn: twixt his and mine; yet were it true Go, play, boy, play ;-ihy mother plays, and I To say this boy were like me.-Come, sir page, Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue Look on me with your welkin* eye: Sweet villain! Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour Most dear'st! my collop!-Can thy dam ?-may't Will be my knell.-Go, play, boy, play ;-There be?
have been, Affection ! thy infection stabs the centre: Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; Thou dost make possible, things not so held, And many a man there is, even at this present, Communicat'st withdreams;--(How can this be?)- Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm, With what's unreal thou coactive art,
That little thinks she has been sluic'd in his absence, And fellow'st nothing : Then, 'tis very credent, And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't, dost;
Whiles other men have gates; and those gates (And that beyond commission; and I find it,)
open'd, And that to the infection of my brains,
As mine, against their will: Should all despair And hardening of my brows.
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Pol.
What means Sicilia? Would hang themselves. Physic for't there is none; Her. He something seeins unsettled.
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike Pol.
Huw, my lord? Where'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? From east, west, north, and south: Be it concluded, Her
You look, No barricado for a belly; know it;
With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us Leon.
No, in good earnest.- Have the disease, and feel't not.-How now, boy? How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Mam. I am like you, they say. Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
Why, that's some comfort.To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines What! Camillo there? of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil
Cam. Ay, my good lord. Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreech'd, Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,
(Erit Mamillius. Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.
Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold: How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, When you cast out, it still came home. This squash, this gentleman :-mine honest friend, Leon.
Didst note it? Will you take eggs for money?"
Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.
His business more material. Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole! 8– Leon.
Didst perceive it? My brother,
They're here with me already; whispering, round-
Sicilia is a so-forth : "Tis far gone,
When I shall gusti' it last. How came't, Camillo,
At the good queen's entreaty. My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all;
Leon. At the queen's, be't: good, should be He makes a July's day short as December ;
pertinent; And, with his varying childness, cures in me But so it is, it is not. Was this taken Thoughts that would thick my blood.
By any understanding pate but thine ? Leon.
So stands this squire For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in Ofic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord, More than the common blocks:- Not noted, is't, And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione, But of the finer natures? by some severals, How thou sov'st us, show in our brother's welcome; of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes, is Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap :
Perchance, are to this business purblind: say. Next to thyself, and my young rover,
Cam. Business, my lord ? I think, most under. Apparent to my heart.
If you would seek us, Bohemia stays here longer. (1) i. e. Playing with her fingers as is on a spinnet. (8) May his share of life be a happy one!
(2) Thou wantest a rough head, and the budding 19) Heir apparent, next claimant. (10) Mouth. horns that I have.
(11) Approving. (12) A horned onc, a cuckold. (3) Boundary. (4) Blue. (5) Credible. (13) Te round in the ear was to tell secretly, (6) Pea-cod." 17) Will you be cajoled?
(15) Inferiors in rank.
That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing? Сат.
Stays here longer. Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; Leon. Ay, but why?
The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, Of our most gracious mistress.
Ir this be nothing,
Good my lord, be cur'd
Say, it be ; 'tis true. My chamber-counsels: wherein, priest-like, thou Cam. No, no, my lord. Hást cleans'd my bosom; I from thee departed Leon.
It is; you lie, you lie: Thy penitent reform’d: but we have been I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd
Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave, In that which seems so.
Or else a hovering temporizer, that Cam.
Be it forbid, my lord ! Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, Leon. To bide upon't ;-Thou art not honest: or, Inclining to them both: Were my wife's liver If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward; Insected as her life, she would not live Which hoxes' honesty behind, restraining The running of one glass.) From course requir'd: Or else thou must be counted Cam.
Who does infect her? A servant, grafted in my serious truster
Leon. Why he, that wears her like her medal, And therein negligent; or else a fool,
hanging That scest a game play'd home, the rich stake About his neck, Bohemia : Who-if I drawn,
Had servants true about me; that bare eyes And tak'st it all for jest.
To see alike mine honour as their profits, Cam.
My gracious lord, Their own particular thrifts,--they would do that I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful;
Which should undo more doing : Ay, and thou In every one of these no man is free,
His cup-bearer,-whom I from meaner form But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
Have bench'd, and rear'd to worship; who may'st Amongst the infinite doings of the world, Sometime puts forth: In your affairs, my lord, Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven, If ever I were wilful-negligent,
How I am galled-might'st bespice a cup, It was my folly; if industriously
To give mine enemy a lasting wink; I play'd the fool, it was niy negligence,
Which draught to me were cordial. Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful
Sir, my lord, To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
I couid do this ; and that with no rash“ potion, Whereof the execution did cry out
But with a lingʻriny dram, that should not work Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear Maliciously: like poison : But I cannot Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord, Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty So sovereignly being honourable. Is never free of. But, 'beseech your grace,
I have lov'd thec,Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass Leon. 'Make't thy question, and go rot. By its own visage: if I then deny it,
Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled, 'Tis none of mine.
To appoint myself in this vexation? sully Leon.
Have not you seen, Camillo, The purity and whiteness of my sheets, (But that's past doubt : you have; or your eye-glass Which to preserve is sleep; which being spotted, Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ;) or heard Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps ? (For, to a vison so apparent, rumour
Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son, Cannot be mute,) or thought (for cogitation Who, I do think is mine, and love as mine;
e ides not in that man, that does not think it,) Without ripe moving to't? Would I do this ? My wife is s!'"*TV? If thou wilt confess, Could man so blench ? (Or else be impillily negative,
I must believe you, sir; To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor is *** ) then say, I do į and will fetch off Bohemia for't: My wife's a hobby-horse ; deserves a nome
?, that when he's remov'd, your highness As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to
Will také again your queen, as yours at first; Before her troth-plight: say it, and justify it. Eren for your son's sake; and, ihereby, for sealing
Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear The injury of tongues, in courts and kingdoms Ny sovereign mistress clouded so, without Known and allied to yours. My present vengeance taken: 'Shrew my heart, Leon.
Thou dost advise me, You never spoke what did become you less Even so as I mine own course have set down : Than this : which to reiterate, were sin
I'll give no blemish to her honour, none. As deep as that, though true.
Cam. My lord, Leon.
Is whispering nothing? Go then; and with a countenance as clear Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeling noses ? As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia, Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career And with your queen: I am his cupbearer; Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infallible If from me he have wholesome beverage, of breaking honesty :) horsing foot on foot ? Account me not your servant. Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift? Leon.
This is all : Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart; blind
Do't not, thou splitt'st thine own. With the pin and web,2 but theirs, theirs only, Cam.
I'll do't, my lord. (1) To hox is to hamstring.
(5) Maliciously, with effects openly hurtful. 12) Disorders of the eye.
(6) i.e. Could any man so start off from pro(3) Hour-glass. (4) Hasty,
Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advisd Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him
(Exit. That I think honourable: Therefore, mark my Cam. O miserable lady !-But, for me,
Cry, lost, and so good-night.
On, good Camillo. All that are his, so too.-To do this deed,
Can. I am appointed Him to murder you.s
By the king.
0, then my best blood turn Enter Polisenes.
To an infected jelly; and my name
This is strange! methinks, Be yok'd with his, that did betray the best!
A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril
Hail, most royal sir ! Where I arrive; and my approach be shunnd,
Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection
None rare, my lord. That e'er was heard, or read!
Swear his thought over
Forbid the sea for to obey the moon,
The standing of his body.
How should this grow? Pol. How! dare not ?' do not. Do you know, Cam. I know not: but, I am sure, 'tis safer to and dare not
Avoid what's grown, than question how 'tis born.
If therefore you dare trust my honesty,-
, what you do know, you must; That lies erclosed in this trunk, which you
Clear them o' the city: For myself, I'll put
My fortunes to your service, which are here
There is a sickness By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain ;
Have utter'd truth : which if you seek to prove,
I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer
How! caught of me? Than one condemnd by the king's own mouth,
I do believe thee:
Is for a precious creature: as she's rare,
Must it be great; and, as his person's mighty;
Must it be violent; and as he does conceive
I may not answer. He is dishonour'd by a man which ever
Good expedition be my friend, and comfort
Of his ill-ta'en suspicion ! Come, Camillo;
Thou bear'st my life off hence: Let us avoid.
The keys of all the posterns : Please your highness
To take the urgent hour: come, sir, away,
(Exeunt. (1) For succession.
(3) i. e. I am the person appointed, &c. (2) Gentle was opposed to simple; well born. (4) Draw. (5) Setiled belief.
With violent hests: 4-1 have drank, and seen the
spider. SCENE I. -The same. Enter Hermione, Ma- Camillo was his help in this, his pander :millius, and Ladies.
There is a plot against my life, my erown; Her. Take the boy to you: he so troubles me, All's true that is mistrusted :-that false villain, 'Tis past enduring.
Whom I employ'd, was pre-employ'd by himn : 1 Lady.
Come, my gracious lord, He has discover'd my design, and I
Remain a pinch'd thing as yea, a very trick
For them to play at will:-How came the posters, 1 Lady. Why, my sweet lord ?
So easily open ? Mam. You'll kiss me hard; and speak to me as if 1 Lori.
By his great authority; I were a baby still.-I love you better.
Which often hath no less prevail'd than so, 2 Lady. And why so, my good lord ?
On your command.
I know't too well.
Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you Too much hair there, but a semi-circle, Have too much blood in him. Or half-moon made with a pen.
What is this? sport? 2 Lady.
Who taught you this ? Leon. Bear the boy hence, he shall not come Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces.-Pray
Away with him :-and let her sport herself What colour are your eye-brows?
With that she's big with; for 'tis Polisenes i Lady.
Blue, my lord. Has made thee swell thus. Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's
But I'd say, he had not,
And, I'll be sworn you would believe my saying, That has been blue, but not her eye-brows. Howe'er you lean to the nayward. 2 Lady.
You, my lords, The queen, your mother, rounds apace: we shall Look on her, mark her well; be but about Present our services to a fine new prince,
she is a goodly lady, and One of these days; and then you'd wanton with us, The justice of your hearts will thereto add, If we would have you.
'Tis pity she's not honest, honourable : I Lady.
She is spread of late Praise her but for this her without-door form, Into a goodly bulk: Good time encounter her! (Which, on my faith, deserves high speech,) and Her. "What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come,
straight sir, now
The shrug, the hum, or ha; these petty brands, I am for you again : Pray you sit by us,
That calumny doth use:-0, I am out, And tell 's a tale.
That mercy docs; for calumny will sears Mam.
Merry, or sad, shall't be ? Virtue itself:-These shrugs, these hums, and ha's, Her. As merry as you will.
When you have said, she's goodly, come between, Мат.
A sad tale's best for winter: Ere you can say she's honest : But be it known, I have one of sprites and goblins.
From him that has most cause to grieve it should be, Her.
Let's have that, sir. She's an adultress. Come on, sit down :--Come on, and do your best Her.
Should a villain say so, To fright me with your sprites: you're powerful The most replenish'd villain in the world, at it,
He were as much more villain : you, my lord, Mam. There was a man,
Do but mistake.
You have mistook, my lady, Mam. Dwelt by a church-yard ;-I will tell it Polixenes for Leontes: 0 thou thing, softly;
Which I'll not call a creature of thy place, Yon crickets shall not hear it.
Lest barbarism, making me the precedent, Her.
Come on, then,
Should a like language use to all degrees, And give't me in mine ear.
And mannerly distinguishment leave out
Betwixt the prince and beggar! I have said, Enter Leontes, Antigonus, Lords, and others.
She's an adult ress; I have said with whom : Leon. Was he met there? his train? Camillo More, she's a traitor; and Camillo is with him?
A federary? with her; and one that knows 1 Lord. Behind the tuft of pines I met them; What she should shame to know hersell,
But with her most vile principal, that she's
That vulgars give bold titles; ay, and privy
How bless'd am I To this their late escape. In my just censure?' in my true opinion ?
No, by my life, Alack, for lesser knowledge !? How accurs’d, Privy to none of this: How will this grieve you, In being so blest!-There may be in the cup When you shall come to clearer knowledge, that A spider: steep'd, and one may drink; depart, You thus have publish'd me? Gentle my lord, And yet partake no venom; for his knowledge You scarce can right me throughly then, to say Is not infected: but if one present
You did mistake. The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known Leon.
No, no; if I mistake How he hath drank, he cracks his gorge, his sides, In those foundations which I build upon, (1) Judgment,
(4) Heavings. 12) O that my knowledge were less !
(5) A thing pinched out of clouts, a puppet. (3) Spiders were esteemed poisonous in our au (6) Brand as infamous. (7) Confederate. thor's time.
If it be so,
The centre is not big enough to bear
Of the whole dungy earth.
What! lack I credit ? I must be patient, till the heavens look
1 Lord. I had rather you did lack, than I, my With an aspect more favourable.--Good my lord, lords,
Upon this ground : and more it would content me I am not prone to weeping, as our sex
To have her honour true, than your suspicion; Commonly are: the want of which vain dew, Be blam'd for't how you might. Perchance, shall dry your pities : but I have Leon.
Why, what need we That honourable grief lodg'd here, which burns Commune with you of this ? but rather follow Worse than tears drown: 'Beseech you all, my Our forceful instigation. Our prerogative lords,
Calls not your counsels; but our natural goodness With thoughts so qualified as your charities Imparts this : which, --if you (or stupified, Shall best instruct you, measure me;--and so Or seeming so in skill,) cannot, or will not, The king's will be perform'd !
Relish as truth, like us ; inform yourselves, Leon.
Shall I be heard ? We need no more of your advice: the matter,
[To the guards. The loss, the gain, the ordering on't, is all Her. Who is't, that goes with me ?--'Beseech Properly ours. your highness,
And I wish, my liege, My women may be with me; for, you see, You had only in your silent judgment tricd it, My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools; Without more overture. There is no cause : when you shall know, your Leon.
How could that be? mistress
Either thou art most ignorant by age,
Added to their familiarity,
That lack'd sight only, nought for approbation, I trust, I shall. My women, come; you have But only seeing, all other circumstances leave.
Made up to the deed,) doth push on this proceeding: Leon. Go, do our bidding; hence.
Yet, for a greater confirmation, [Exeunt Queen and Ladies. (For, in an act of this importance, 'twere i Lord. 'Beseech your highness, call the queen Most piteous to be wild,) I have despatch'd in post, again.
To sacred Delphos, to Apollo's temple, Ant. Be certain what you do, sir ; lest your Cleomenes and Dion, whom you know justice
Of stuff'd sufficiency;c Now, from the oracle Prove violence; in the which three greatones suffer, They will bring all; 'whose spiritual counsel had, Yourself, your queen, your son.
Shall slop, or spur me. Have I done well ? 1 Lord.
For her, my lord,
1 Lord. Well done, my lord. I dare my life lay down, and will do’t, sir,
Leon. Though I am satisfied, and need no more Please you to accept it, that the queen is spotless Than what I know, yet shall the oracle I'the eyes of heaven, and to you; mean,
Give rest to the minds of others; such as he, In this which you accuse her.
Whose ignorant credulity will not Ant.
Come up to the truth: So have we thought it good, She's otherwise, I'll keep my stableswhere From our free person she should be confin'd; I lodge my wife; I'll go in couples with her; Lest that the treachery of the two, fled hence, Than when I feel, and see her, no further trust her; Be left her to perform. Come, follow us ; For every inch of woman in the world,
We are to speak in public: for this business Ay, every dram of woman's flesh, is false,
Will raise us all. If she be.
Ant. (Aside.) To laughter, as I take it, Leon. Hold your peaces.
If the good truth were known.
(Exeunt. I Lord.
Good my lord, Ant. It is for you we speak, not for ourselves : SCENE II.-The same. The outer room of a You are abus'd, and by some putter-on,
prison. Enter Paulina and attendants. That will be damn'd' for't ; would I knew the villain,
Paul. The keeper of the prison, --call to him; I would land-damn him: Be she honour-flaw'd,
(Erit an altendant. I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven; Let him have knowledge who I am.-Good lady! The second, and the third, nine, and some five; No court in Europe is too good for thee, If this prove true, they'll pay for’t: by mine What dost thou then in prison ?--Now, good sir, honour,
Re-enter attendant, with the Keeper.
For a worthy lady, And I had rather glib myself, than they
And one whom much I honour. Should not produce fair issue.
Pray you, then, Leon.
Cease; no more. Conduct me to the queen.
Here's ado, The instruments that feel.
To lock up honesty and honour from
The access of gentle visitors !--Is it lawful, (1) Remotely guilty. (2) In merely speaking. (3) Take my station. (4) Instigator.
(6) Or abilities more than sufficient.
If it prove