Her. Verily? You put me off with limber Vows; but I, Tho' you would feek t'unfphere the Stars with Oaths, You fhall not go; a Lady's verily is As potent as a Lord's. Will you go yet? Force me to keep you as a Prisoner, Not like a Gueft? So you fhall pay your Fees When you depart, and fave your Thanks. How fay you? Pol. Your Guest then, Madam : To be your Prifoner, fhould import offending; Than you to punish. Her. Not your Goaler then, But your kind Hoftefs; come, I'll queftion you Pol. We were, fair Queen, Two Lads, that thought there was no more behind, And to be Boy eternal. Her. Was not my Lord The verier Wag o'th' two? Pol. We were as twin'd Lambs, that did frisk i'th' Sun, And bleat the one at th'other: What we chang'd, Was Innocence for Innocence; we knew not The Doctrine of ill-doing, no nor dream'd That any did: Had we purfu'd that Life, With stronger Blood, we fhould have anfwer'd Heav'n Her. By this we gather You have tript fince. Pol. O my moft facred Lady, Temptations have fince then been born to's; for Her. Her. Grace to boot: Of this make no Conclufion, left you say Leo. Is he won yet? Leo. At my Requeft he would not: Her. Never? Leo. Never, but once. Her. What? have I twice faid well? When was't before? Our Praises are our Wages. You may ride's Leo. Why, that was when Three crabbed Months had fowr'd themselves to Death, E'er I could make thee open thy white hand, And clap thy felf, my Love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever. Her. 'Tis Grace indeed. Why lo-you now; I have fpoke to th' purpose twice; Th' other, for fome while a Friend. Leo. Too hot, too hot To mingle Friendship far, is mingling Bloods. I have Tremor Cordis on memy Heart dances, But not for Joy-not Joy [Afide. This Entertainment May a free Face put on; derives a Liberty And And we'll become the Agent; 't may, I grant; and then to figh, as 'twere Mam. Ay, my good Lord. Leo. I fecks! Why that's my Bawcock; what? has't fmutch'd thy Noft They fay it is 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 [Obferving Po lixenes and Hermione. Upon his Palm-How now, you wanton Calf! Art thou my Calf? Mam. Yes, if you will, my Lord. Chave Leo. Thou want'ft a rough Pash, and the Shoots that I Yet they fay we are To be full, like me. Almost as like as Eggs; Women fay fo, And fellow'ft nothing. Then 'tis very credent, And that to the Infection of my Brains, And hardning of my Brows. Pol. What means Sicilia? Her. He fomething feems unfetled. Pol. How? my Lord? Leo. What cheer? how is it with you, my best Brother? Her. Her. You look as if you held a brow of much diftraction Are you mov'd, my Lord? Leo. No, in good earneft. How fometimes Nature will betray its Folly! 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 Do feem to be of ours? Pel. If at home, Sir, He's all Exercise, 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 would feek us, We are yours i'th' Garden: fhall's attend you there? Leo. To your own bents difpofe you; you'd 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 [Exeunt Polix. Her. and Attendants. Manent Leo. Mam. and Cam. Το To her allowing Husband. Gone already! Inch thick, Knee deep; o'er Head and Ears a fork'd one. Now while I fpeak this, holds his Wife by th' Arm, 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 honeft Man: Camillo, this great Sir will yet ftay longer. [Exit Mamillius. Cam. You had much ado to make his Anchor hold, When you caft out, it ftill came home, Leo. Didft note it? Cam. He would not stay at your Petitions, made His bufinefs more material. Leo. Didft perceive it? They're here with me already; whisp'ring, rounding : When I fhall guft it laft. How came't, Camillo, Cam |