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In those unfledg’d days was my wife a girl;
Her. Grace to boot!.
Leo. Is he won yet?
Leo. Why, that was when
Leo. Too hot, too hot
[ Aside. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. I have tremor cordis on me my heart dances, But not for joy- not joy this entertainment May a free face put ons derive a liberty From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, And well become the Agent: 't may, I grant'; But to be padling palms, and pinching fingers, As now they are, and making practis'd smiles, As in a looking-glafs-and then to figh, as 't were The mort oth 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? has't smutch'd thy
nose? They say, it is a copy out of mine. Come, captain, We muit' be neat , not neat, but cleanly, captain; And yet the fteer, the heifer, and the calf, Are all callid 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
Į have, To be full like me, Yet they say, we are Almoft as like as eggs; women say fo, That will say any thing;- but were they false, As o’er-dy'd blacks, as winds, as waters; false As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes No 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, fweet villain. Most dear'st, my collop- can thy dam?- may't bemImagination thou dost stab to th' center.
(4) The Mort oth' Deer.] To blow a Mort, is a hunting Phrase, fig. nifying, to found a particular Air, call'd a Mort, to give notice that the Deer, which was hunted, is run down, and killing, or kill'd.
Thou dost make possible things not be so held,
Pol. What means Sicilia?
Her. You look,
Léo. No, in good earnest.
you take eggs for mony?
Pol. 'If at home, Sir,
Leo. So stands this Squire Offic'd with me: we two will walk, my lord, And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione, How thou lov'st us, thew in our brother's welcome: Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap : Next to thy self, and my young rover, he's 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, knce deep; o'er head and ears, a fork'd Go, play, boy, playthy mother plays, and I Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue Will hiss me to my grave: contempt and clamour Will be my knel. Go, play, boy, play on there
have been, Or I am much deceiv’d, 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, she has been sluic'd in's absence; And his pond fish'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't, there is none: It is a bawdy planet, that will strike 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,
With bag and baggage: many a thousand of's
Mam. I am like you, they say.
Leo. Why that's some comfort.
Cam. Ay, my good lord.
[Ex. Mamil. 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.
Leo. Didit nate it?
Cam. He would not stay at your petitions made; His business more material.
Leo. Didit perceive it?
Cam. At the good Queen's entreaty,
Cam. Business, my lord? I think, most understand Bohemia stays here longor,
Cam. To satisfie your Highness, and th' entreaties Of our most gracious mistress.