From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, Leon. Ay, my good lord. I'fecks? Why that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy nose? They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain : And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf, Are all call'd, neat. Still virginalling 4 [Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. Upon his palm ?-How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf? Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord. Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I have, 5 To be full like me:-yet, they say, we are 2 The tune played at the death of the deer. 3 Hearty fellow. 4 i. e. Playing with her fingers as if on a spinnet. 5 Thou wantest a rough head, and the budding horns that I have. No bourn twixt his and mine; yet were it true be? Affection! thy intention stabs the center: And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent," Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou dost; (And that beyond commission; and I find it,) And that to the infection of my brains, And hardening of my brows. Pol. Her. He something seems unsettled. What means Sicilia? How, my lord? You look, What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? As if you held a brow of much distraction : Are you mov'd, my lord? Leon. No, in good earnest. How sometimes nature will betray its folly, As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, 5 Boundary. 6 Blue. 7 Credible. This squash, this gentleman:-Mine honest friend, Will you take eggs for money?9: Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. Leon. You will? why, happy.man, be his dole!' My brother, Are you so fond of your young prince, as we Pol. If at home, sir, He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: Thoughts that would thick my blood. Leon : So stands this squire Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord, How thouwlov'st us, show in our brother's welcome; Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap : Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's Apparent to my heart. 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, [Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife ..one [Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and At tendants. : 7 Go, play, boy, play;-thy mother plays, and I have been, Or I'am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; And many a man there is, even at this present, 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 Have the disease, and feel't not.-How now, boy? Mam. I am like you, they say. Leon. What! Camillo there? Why that's some comfort. 4 Approving. 5 A horned one, a cuckold. 1 Cam. Ay, my good lord. Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man. [Exit MAMILLIUS. Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold: When you cast out, it still came home. Didst note it? Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made His business more material. Leon. Didst perceive it? They're here with me already; whispering, rounding, Sicilia is a so-forth: 'Tis far gone, When I shall gust1 it last.-How came't, Camillo, That he did stay? Cam. At the good queen's entreaty. Leon. At the queen's, be't: good, should be per tinent; But so it is, it is not. Was this taken Bohemia stays here longer. |