Temptations have since then been born to's; for In those unfledged days was my wife a girl; Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes Of my young play-fellow. Her. Grace to boot! Of this make no conclusion, lest you say Leon. Is he won yet? Her. He'll stay, my lord. Leon. 80 At my request he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spokest To better purpose. Her. Leon. Never? Never, but once. Her. What! have I twice said well? when was't before? 90 I prithee tell me; cram's with praise, and make's As fat as tame things: one good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Grace! But once before I spoke to the purpose: when? Nay, let me have't; I long. Leon. Why, that was when IOI 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. 'Tis 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. Leon. From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, Mam. Ay, my good lord. *Death. I' fecks!* I 20 Why, that's my bawcock.† What, hast smutch'd thy nose? *In faith. †Fine fellow. They say it is a copy out of mine. Come, cap tain, 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‡ Upon his palm!-How now, you wanton calf! Art thou my calf? Mam. Playing as on a spinnet. Yes, if you will, my lord. Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash* and the shoots that I have, *Face. 130 To be full like me: yet they say we are 141 And fellow'st nothing: then 'tis very credent Thou mayst co-join with something; and thou dost, And that beyond commission, and I find it, And hardening of my brows. You look What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. 161 Leon. You will! why, happy man be's dole!* My brother, *Portion. Are you so fond of your young prince as we If at home, sir, Pol. 170 So stands this squire Officed with me: we two will walk, my lord, come; Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap: Next to thyself and my young rover, he's *Heir-apparent. 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. [Aside] I am angling now, Though you perceive me not how I give line. * 180 How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! *Beak And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing husband! [Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants. Gone already! Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd* *Horned. one! 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, 190 Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now; And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by 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 200 Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, From east, west, north and south: be it concluded, No barricado for a belly; know't; It will let in and out the enemy How now, boy! With bag and baggage: many thousand on's Why, that's some comfort. What, Camillo there? man. Camillo, this great sir will yet 2JO thou'rt an honest [Exit Mamillius. stay longer. Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold: When you 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 perceive it? [Aside] They're here with me already, whisper ing, rounding 'Sicilia is a so-forth:' 'tis far gone, When I shall gust* it last. How came't, Camillo, That he did stay? Cam. *Taste. 220 At the good queen's entreaty. Leon. At the queen's be't: 'good' should be pertinent; But, so it is, it is not. Was this taken Bohemia stays here longer. Leon. Cam. Leon. Ay, but why? Ha! Stays here longer. 230 Cam. To satisfy your highness and the en treaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leon. Satisfy! The entreaties of your mistress! satisfy! |