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SCENE I. Sicilia. An Antechamber in Leontes' Palace. Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUs. Archidamus. * If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia, and your Sicilia. Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he . justly owes him. . . . Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, we will be justified in our loves: for, indeed,— to . . Cam. 'Beseech you, . . . . . . . . . . . Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence—in so rare—I know not what to say. We will give you sleepy drinks; that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us. Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's given freely. Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding
instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance. , - - - - - - Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself Över-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 attornied," with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed 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; T 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:4 gentleman:of the greatest promise, that ever * * * tamie into #y note... ? ‘’Chm. J'yory.well agree with you in the hopes of him: it is a gåhant child; one that, indeed, phy...sos.theoject, makes old hearts fresh: they, that ‘went on Gratches 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. [Ereunt.
* Nobly supplied by substitution of embassies. * Wide waste of country. * Affords a cordial to the state.
Enter LeonTEs, Polix ENEs, HERMIone, MAMILLIUs, CAMILLo, and Attendants.
Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry 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 thérefore, like a cipher, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply, ..." With one we-thank-you, many thousands more That go before it.
Leon. Stay your thanks awhile; And pay them when you part.
Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow. I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance, Or breed upon our absence: That may blow No sneaping" winds at home, to make us say, This is put forth too truly 1 Besides, I have stay'd To tire your royalty.
Leon. We are tougher, brother, Than you can put us to't.
Pol. No longer stay.
Leon. One seven-night longer.
Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow.
Leon. We'll part the time between's then: and in
I'll no gain-saying.
Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you, so; There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the
So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now,
Leon. Tongue-tied, 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, sir,
Leon. Well said, Hermione.
Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong: But let him say so then, and let him go ; But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.Yet of your royal presence [To PolixENEs.] I'll
The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
* Gests were the names of the stages where the King ap
pointed to lie, during a royal progress. 6 Indeed,
I love thee not a jar 7 o' the clock behind
Pol. No, madam,
Pol. I may not, verily.
You put me off with limber" vows: But I,
Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily,
Pol. Your guest then, madam:
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. 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 wago' the two?
7 Tick. * Flimsy. 9 A diminutive of lords,