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You were pretty lordings then ?

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’th’ two?
Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i' thi

And bleat the one at th' other : what we chang'd,
Was innocence for innocence ; we knew not
The doctrine of ill doing ; no, nor dream'd,
That any did : had we pursu'd that life,
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven
Boldly, Not guilty; th' impofition clear'd, (2)
Hereditary ours.

Her. By this we gather,
You have tript fince.

Pol. O my moft facred lady,
Temptations have since then been born to's: for
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, lest you say,
Your Queen and I are devils. Yet, go on ;
Th' offences we have made you do, we'll answer ;

you first finn'd with us, and that with us You did continue fault ; and that you slipt not, any

but with us. Leo. Is he won yet? Her. He'll stay, my lord. Leo. At my requelt he would not : Hermione, my dearest, thou ne'er spok'st (2) --b' Imposition clear'd,

Hereditary ours.] i. e. setting aside Original Sin : bating That Impofition from the Offence of our first Parents, we might have boldly protested our Innocence to Heaven, against any Guilt committed by Ourselves.



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To better purpose.

Her. Never?
Leo, Never, but once.
Her. What? have I twice faid well? when was't be.

fore ?
I pr’ythee, tell me ; cram's with praise, and make's
As fat as tame things: one good deed, dying tongue-less,
Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon That.
Our praises are our wages. You may ride's
With one soft kiss a tbousand furlongs, ere
With spur we heat an acre.

But to th' goal :
My laft good deed was to intreat his stay ;
What was my firt ? it has an elder sister,
Or I mistake you: 0, would her name were Grace !
But once before I spake to th' purpose? when
Nay, let me have't ; I long.

Leo. Why, that was when
Three crabbed months had fowr'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 for ever.”

Her. 'Tis graçe, 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

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 : '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; oh, that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows-Mamillius,
Art thou my boy?

Mam. Ay, my good lord.
Leo. l'fecks!


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Why, that's my bawcock; what i has't 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 Polixenes and Hermione.

his palm?how now, you wanton calf !
Art thou my calf?

Mam. Yes, if you will, my Lord.
Leo. Thou want't a rough path, 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-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, sweet villain.
Most dear'ft, my collop--can thy dam-may't be-
Imagination ! thou doft itab to th’ center.
Thou doft make possible things not be so held,
Communicat'ft with dreams -(how can this be?)
With what's unreal, Thou co-active art,
And fellow'ft Nothing. Then 'tis very credent,
Thou may'ít 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 ?
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 moy'd, my

lord ?
Leo. No, in good earnest.
How sometimes nacure will betray its folly!
Its tenderness! and make itself a paftime

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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,
Let it thould bite its master; and fo 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 mony?

Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.
Leo. You will! why, happy man be's dole! My

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 exercise, my mirth, my matter ;
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parasite, my foldier, states-man, all;
He makes a July's day short as December ;
And with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that should 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.

How thou lov't us, shew in our brother's welcome :
Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap:
Next to thyself, 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 The 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.


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Go, play, boy, play - thy 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 knell. Go, play, boy, play - there

have been,
Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now ;

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 suic'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 opend, As mine, against their will. Should all del pair, 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 eait, 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 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’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.

Leo. Didst note it?

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

Leo. Didft perceive it? They're here with me already; whisp'ring, rounding : Sicilia is a so-forth ; 'tis far gone, When I shall gust it last. How came't, Camillo, That he did ftay? Cam. At the good Queen's entreaty.


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