In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl ;
Your precious self had then not crofs'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 į and that you flipt not,
With any but with us.

Leo. Is he won yet?
Her. He'll stay, my Lord.

Leo. At my request he would not :
Hermione, my deareft, thou ne'er Spok't
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 far as tame things : one good deed, dying tongueless,
Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages. You may ride's
With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs, ere
With fpur we heat an acre. But to th' gaol :
My last good deed was to intreat his stay;
What was my fifter? it has an elder fifter,
Orl mistake you ; , 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.
Wiy, 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

Afide. 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 pút on; derive a liberty
From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
Agd 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-glass-and then to figh, as 'twere
The mort o'th' deer (4); oh, that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows -Manillius,
Art thou my boy?

Mam. Ay, my good Lord.

Leon. I' fecks ! Why, that's my bawcock; what? haft smutch'd thy sofer 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 áll call'd neat. Still virginalling

(Observing Polixenes and Hermione. Upon his palmi-how now, you wanton calf ! Art thou my calf?

Mam. Yes, if you will, my Lord.
Leo. Thou want't a rough pash, and the shoots that I
To be full like me. Yet they say, we are [have,
Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
That will say any thing;

-hut were they false,
As o'er-dy'd blacks, as winds, as waters ; falfe
As dice are to be with’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'ft, my collop-can thy dam :'--may't be
Imagination! thou doft ftab to th center.
Communicat’lt with dreams-2-show can this be ?)

not be , With what's unreal, thou coactive art, And feilow'ít nothing. Then 'tis very eredent,

(4) Tbe mort o'rb' deer.) To blow a mort, is a hunting phrase, fig. nifying, to found a particular air, call'd a mort, to give notice thai the dees, which was hunted, is run down, and killing, or kill'd.

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Thou

Thou may'st co-join with something, and thou doft,
And that beyond commission ; and I find it,
And that to the infe&tion of

my brains, And hardning of my brows.

Pol. What means Sicilia?
Her. He something seems unsettled.
Pol. How? my Lord ?
Leo. What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?

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 !
Its tenderness! and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms! 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 muzzled,
Left 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 so fond of your young Prince, as we
Do seem to be of ours?

Pol. If at home, Sir,
He's all my exercife, my mirth, my matter;
Now

my fworn friend, and then mine enemy ;
My parafite, my foldier, ftates-man, all;
He makes a Jaly's day fhort as December,
And with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that thould thick my blood.

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'it us, fhew in our brother's welcome :
Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap :
Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's

Apparent 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 he 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, playthy mother plays, and I Play too ; but fo disgrac'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 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 fluic'd in's absence; And his pond fith'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. Phyfick for't, there is none : It is a bawdy planet, that will strike Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful : think it. From east, weft, 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 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. Go play, Mamillius thou'st an honeft man:

(Exit Mamid.

Camille,

Camillo, this great Sir will yet ftay longer,

Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold; When you caft out, it fill came home.

Leo. Didit note it?

Cam. He would not hay at your petitions made ; His business more material.

Leo. Didk perceive it a They're here with me already; whifp'ring, rounding : Sicilia is a fo-forth; "tis far gone, When I shall guft it laft. How came't, Camillo, That he did stay?

Cam. At the good Queen's entreaty.

Leo. At the Queen's be't good, fhould be pertinent; But so it is, it is not. Was this taken By any underftanding-pate but thine ? For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in More than the common blocks; not noted, is't, But of the finer natures? by some severals Of head. piece extraordinary ; lower messes, Perchance, are to this business purblind ? say.

Cam. Business, my Lord? I think, mot understand Bohemia ftays here longer.

Leo. Ha?
Cam. Stays here longer,
Leo. Ay; but why?

Cam. To fatisfy your Highness, and th' intreaties
Of our most gracious mistress.

Leo. Satisfy
Th' intreaties of your miftrefs ? satisfy ?,
Let that fuffice. I've trusted thee, Camillo,
With all the things neareft my heart ; as well
My chamber-councils, wherein, priest like, thou
Haft cleans'd by bofom : I from thee departed
Thy penitent reform'd; but we have been
Deceiv'd in thy integrity ; deceiv'd
In that, which seems fo.

Cam. Be it forbid, my Lord

Leo. To bide upon't ;-Thou art not honeft; or, Jf thou inclin't that way, thou art a coward; Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining