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Should yet fay, “Sir, no going : verily,
“ You shall 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 guest? so you

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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 :
To be your prisoner, mould import offending ;
Which is for me less easy to commit,
Than you to punish.

Her. Not your goaler then,
But your kind hostess; come, I'll quefion you
Of my Lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys -
You were pretty Jordings ihen?

Pol. We were, fair Queen,
Two lads, that thought there was no more behind;.
But such a day to-morrow as to-day,
And to be boy eternal.

Her. Was not my Lord
The verier wag o'ch' two?

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,
You have tript önca.

Pol. O my most facred Lady, ,
Temptations have fince then been born to's : för

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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 ;
Your precious self had then not cross’d the eyes.
Of my young play-fellow.

'Her. Grace to boot!
Of this make no conclusion, left you say,
Your Queen and I are devils. Yet, go on;
Th' offences we have made you do, we'll answer %.
If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us
You did continue fault; and that you flipt not,
With

any

but with us. Leo. Is he won yet? Her. He'll ftay, my Lord..

Leo. At my request he would not :
Hermione, my deareft, thou ne'er spok'st
To better purpose.

Her. Never?
Leo. Never, but once.

Her. What? have I twice said well. when was’t before?
I pr’ythee, 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.
Oar praises are our wages.

You
may

ride's
With one soft kils a thousand furlongs, ere
With spur we heat an acre. But to th' goal:
My last good deed was to intreat his ftay;
What was my firit i it has an elder sister,
Or I mistake you; O, would her name were Grace !
But once before I spake to th’ purpose! when ?
Nay, let me hav't; I long.

Leo. Why, that was when
Three crabbed months had fower'd themselves to death,
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,
And clepe thyself my love; then didft thou utter,
" I am yours forever."

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;
But not for joy -not joy.mThis entertainment :
May a free face put on ; derive a liberty
From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
And well become the agent: 't may, grant ;
But to be padling palms, and pinching fingers,
As now they are, and making practis'd smiles,
As in a looking-glass--and then to figh, as 'twere
The mort o' th’ deer; (4) oh, that is entertainment:
My bosom likes not, nor my brows-Mamillius,
Art thou my boy?

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.

Than)

Thou may't co-join with something, and thou dost,
And that beyond commission; and I find it,
And that to the infection of my, brains,
And hardning of my brows.

Pol. What means Sicilia, ?
Her. He something seems unsettled.
Pol. How?. my Lord ?
Leg. What cheer,? how is’t. with you,, beft brothers

Her. You look,
As if

you held a brow of much distraction. Are not you mov'd, my Lord ?

Leo. No, in good earneft.
How sometimes nature will betray its folly!
las tenderness! and make itself a pastime
To harder bosonış! looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil
Twenty-three years, and saw myself. unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat; my dagger myzzled,
Let it Thould bite its master.;. and so prove,
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous ;
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel
This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend,
Will you take eggs for money?

Mam. No, my Lord, I'll fight,

Leo. You will! why, happy man be's dole.--My brother,
Are you fa fond of your young Prince, as we
Do seem to be of ours ?

Pol. if at home, Sir,
He's all my exercise, my, mirth, my matter ;-
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy
My parafise, my soldier, states-man, all ;
He makes a July's day, short as December,
And wit his valying childness, cures, in me.
Thoughts. ebat should thick my blood.

Lene So ftands this. Squire
Offic'd with me : we tao will walk, my Lord;.
And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione, .
How thou lov'ft us, thew in our brother's welcome:
Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap :
Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's

Apparens

Apparent to my heart.

Her. If you will seek us,
We are yours i’th' garden : shall's attend you there?:

Leo. To your own bents dispose you; you'll 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, 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.
What, Camillo there?

Cam. Ay, my good Lord,
Leo. GR.play, Mamillius thou’rt an honest man:

(Exit-Mamil

Camilla,

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