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Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.
Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attorney'd, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seem'd to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves !
Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note. Cam. I very
you in the hopes of him: It is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physicks the subject, makes old hearts fresh: they, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him a man.
Arch. Would they else be content to die?
Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.
Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one. [E.reunt.
A ROOM OF STATE IN THE PALACE.'
Enter Leontes, Polirenes, Hermione, Mamillius,
Camillo, and Attendants. Pol. Nine changes of the watry star have been The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne Without a burden: time as long again Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks; And yet we should, for perpetuity, Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cypher, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply, With one we-thank-you, many thousands more That
before it. Leon.
Stay your thanks a-while; And pay
them when you part. Pol.
Sir, that's to-morrow.
We are tougher, brother,
No longer stay.
Very sooth, to-morrow.
Press me not, 'beseech you, so; There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'the
world, So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now, Were there necessity in your request, although 'Twere needful I deny'd it. My affairs Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder, Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay, To you a charge, and trouble: to save both, Farewel, our brother.
Leon. Tongue-ty'd, our queen? speak you. Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace,
until You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You,
Well said, Hermione.
venture The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give him my commission, , To let him there a month, behind the gest Prefix'd for his parting: yet, good-deed, Leontes, I love thee not a jar o'the clock behind
What lady she her lord.—You'll stay?
No, madam. Her. Nay, but you
I may not, verily. Her. Verily! You put me off with limber vows: But I, Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with
oaths, Should yet say, 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 shall pay your fees, When you depart, and save your thanks. How say
you? My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread verily, One of them
shall be. Pol.
Your guest then, madam: To be your prisoner, should import offending; Which is for me less easy to commit, Than you to punish. Her.
Not your gaoler then, But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were
boys; You were pretty lordings then. Pol.
queen, Two lads, that thought there was no nore behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal.
Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o’the two?
Pol. We were as twinn d lambs, that did frisk
And bleat the one at the other: what we chang‘d,
By this we gather,
O my most sacred lady,
Grace to boot! Of this make no conclusion; lest you say, Your queen and I are devils: Yet, go on; The 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 slipp'd not With any
but with us.
Is he won yet?
At my request, he would not.
Never, but once.