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Should yet fay, “Sir, no going : verily,
pay your fees, When you depart, and save your
thanks. How fay you? My prisoner or my guest ? by your dread verily, One of them you shall be.
Pol. Your gueft then, madam :
Her. Not your goaler then,
Pol. We were, fair Queen,
Her. Was not my Lord
Pol. We were as iwinn'd lambs, that did frik ith'fung And bleat the one ar-chother: what we chang'd, Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing ;: no, nor dream'd, That any lid: had we pursu'd that life, And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd With stronger blood, we hould have answer'd heavet:: Boldly, Not guilty; th' imposition clear'd, (3) Hereditary ours..
Her. By this we gathers,
Pol. O my most facred Lady, ,
tb' imposition clear'd, Hereditary ours.] i. e, setting alide original fin: bating that im- position from the offence of our first parents, we might have boldly proteítodsour innocence to heaven, against any guilt committed by, ourselves,
In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl ;
'Her. Grace to boot!
but with us. Leo. Is he won yet? Her. He'll ftay, my Lord..
Leo. At my request he would not :
Her. What? have I twice said well. when was’t before?
Leo. Why, that was when
Her. "Tis grace, indeed. Why, lo you now; I've spoke to th' purpose twice; The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; Th’other, for some while a friend.. Leo. Too hot, too hot
[Afidee. To mingle friendfip far, is mingling, bloods.
I have tremor cordis on me my heart dances;
Mam. Ay, my good Lord.
Leon. I' fecks! Why, that's my bawcock; what? haft fmutch'd thy nose?: They say, 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
(Observing Polixenes and Hermione.. Upon his palm? -how now, you wanton-calf ! Art thou my calf?
Mam. Yes, if you will, my Lord..
Leo. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I To be full like me. Yet they say, we are. [haves, Almost as like as eggs; women say so, That will say any thing; - but were they falleg. As o'er-dy'd blacks, as winds, as waters; false As dice are to be wish’d, by one that fixes Na bourne 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true To say, this boy were like me.
Come, Sir page, Look on me with your welkin-eye, sweet villain. Most dear'ft, my collop-can thy dam ?-may't be--Imagination ! thou doft ftab to th center. Thou dost make possible things not be so held, Communicat'st with dreams (how can this be ?? With what's unreal, thou coactive art, And fellow't nothing. Then 'tis very credent,
(4) The mort o' tb’deer.] To blow a mort, is a hunting phrase, fig-... nifying, to found a particular air, callid a mort, to give notice that the : deer, which was hunted, is run downy...and killing or kill'd.
Thou may't co-join with something, and thou dost,
Pol. What means Sicilia, ?
Her. You look,
you held a brow of much distraction. Are not you mov'd, my Lord ?
Leo. No, in good earneft.
Mam. No, my Lord, I'll fight,
Leo. You will! why, happy man be's dole.--My brother,
Pol. if at home, Sir,
Lene So ftands this. Squire
Apparent to my heart.
Her. If you will seek us,
Leo. To your own bents dispose you; you'll be found,
( Afide, observing Her. How she holds up the neb! the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife
[.Exe. Polix. Her. and Attendants. Manent Leo...
Mam, and Cam. To her allowing husband. Gone already, Inch thick, knee deep; o'er head and ears, a fork’d one. Go, play, boy, play-thy mother plays, and I Play too ; but fo dilgrac'd a part, whose issue Will hiss me to my grave: contempt and clamour Will be my knel. Go, play, boy, play—there have been,, Or I am much deceivid, cuckolds ere. now; And many a man there is, even at this present Now while I speak this, holds his wife by th' arm,. That little thinks he has been suic'd in's absence ; And his pond filh'd by his next neighbour, by Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't, 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. Physick for's, there is none: It is a bawdy planet, that will strike Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful: think it, From east, welt, north and south, be it concluded,, No. barricado for a belly. Know't, It will les in and out the enemy, With bag and baggage: many a thousand of's Have the disease, and feel't not. How now, boy?
Mam. I am like you, they say.
Leo. Why that's some comfort.
Cam. Ay, my good Lord,