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Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did friski"
- the sun, And bleat the one at the 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 pursued that fife,’”.' .. And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition clear'd,
Her. By this we gather, You have tripp'd since.
Pol. O my most sacred lady,
Temptations have since then been born to us: for
Her. Grace to boot!
With any but with us.
Leon. Is he won yet?
Her. He'll stay, my lord.
Leon. At my request, he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st To better purpose.
Leon. Never, but once.
* Setting aside original sin.
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 tongueless, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages: You may ride us, With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal;My last good was, to entreat his stay; What was my first? it has an elder sister, Or I mistake you: O, 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 Polix EN Es. 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
* Trembling of the heart.
From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain,
* The tune played at the death of the deer.
3 Hearty fellow.
* i. e. Playing with her fingers as if on a spinnet.
5 Thou wantest a rough head, and the budding horns that I have.
No bourn; twixt his and mine; yet were it true
‘Affection! thy intention stabs the center:
Pol. What means Sicilia 2
Her. He something seems unsettled.
Pol. How, my lord? What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?
• Her. You look,
As if you held a brow of much distraction :
Leon. No, in good earnest.—
5 Boundary. 6 Blue. 7 Credible.
This squash,” this gentleman:-Mine honest friend, Will you take eggs for money?9 . . . . . . .
Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.
Leon. You will? why, happy.man be his dole!"—
My brother, • * *
Are you so fond of your young prince, as we
Pol. If at home, sir,
León. “ . . . . . So stands this squire
Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord,
Her. - If you would seek us, We are yours i'the garden: Shall's attend you there
Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be
found, Be you beneath the sky:—I am angling now, Though you perceive me not how I give line. Go to, go to ! [Aside. Observing PolixENEs and HERMIon E.
How she holds up the neb,3 the bill to him :
8 Pea-cod. 9 Will you be cajoled 2