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Her. What? have I twice said well? when was't
before? I pr’ythee, tell me: Cram us with praise, and make us As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongue
less, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages: You may
US, With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal;My last good deed was, to entreat his stay; What was my first? it has an elder sister, Or I mistake you: 0), would her name were Grace! But once before I spoke to the purpose: When? Nay, let me have't; I long. Leon.
Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to
death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am yours for ever. Her.
It is Grace, indeed. Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose
twice: The one for ever earn’d a royal husband; The other, for some while a friend.
[Giving her hand to Polirenes. Leon.
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 on; derive a liberty From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
And well become the agent: it may, I grant;
Ay, my good lord.
I'fecks? Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy
nose? They say, it's 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 Polirenes and Hermione. Upon his palm?—How now, you wanton calf? Art thou
Yes, if you will, my lord. Leon. Thou want’st a rough pash, and the shoots
that I have, To be full like me: yet, they say, we are Almost as like as eggs; women say so, That will say any thing: But were they false As o'er-died blacks, as wind, as waters; false As dice are to be wish’d, by one that fixes No bourn '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'st! my collop!-Can thy dam?-may't
be? Affection! thy intention stabs the center:
Thou dost make possible, things not so held,
What means Sicilia?
How, my lord? What cheer? how is’t with you, best brother? Her.
You look, As if you
held a brow of much distraction: Are you mov’d, my lord? Leon.
No, in good earnest.How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness; and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms! [Aside.]-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, Lest it should 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
If at home, sir,
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, show in our brother's wel
come; Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap: Next to thyself, and my young rover,
he's Apparent to my heart. Her.
If you would seek us, We are yours i'the garden: Shall's attend
there? Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be
found, Бе you
beneath the sky :-I am angling now, Though you perceive me not how I give line. Go to, go to!
[Aside. Observing Polirenes and Hermione. How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing husband! Gone already; Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears a fork'd
[Exeunt Polivenes, Hermione, and attendants. Go, play, boy, play;—thy 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 knell.—Go, play, boy, play ;—There
Mam. I am like you, they say.
Why, that's some comfort.What! Camillo there?
Cam. Ay, my good lord. Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou’rt an honest man,
[Exit Mamillius. 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. Leon.
Didst note it? Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made His business more material. Leon.
Didst perceive it?