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Her. What? have I twice said well? when was 't
I pr'ythee, tell me : Cram us with praise, and make us
Our praises are our wages: You may ride us,
What was my first? it has an elder sister,
Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace!
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.
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 Polixenes.) 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: But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, As now they are; and making practised smiles, As in a looking-glass; and then to sigh, as 'twere The mort o' the deer: O, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillius, Art thou my boy?
Ay, my good lord.
Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy
They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain,
We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain:
(Observing Polirenes and Hermione.)
Upon his palm-How now, you wanton calf?
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
And fellow'st nothing: Then 'tis very credent,
Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou dost; (And that beyond commission; and I find it,) And that to the infection of my brains,
And hardening of my brows.
What means Sicilia?
How, my lord?
Her. He something seems unsettled.
What cheer? how is 't with you, best brother?"
As if you held a brow of much distraction:
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
This quash, this gentleman.- Mine honest friend,
Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.
Leon You will? why, happy man be his dole!-
Are you so fond of your young prince, as we
Next to thyself and my young rover, he's
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,
(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 one. [Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants.
Go, play, boy, play-thy mother plays, and I
Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it,
With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us
What! Camillo there?
Way, that's some comfort.
Cam. Av, 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.
When I shall gust it last.-How came 't, Camillo,
At the good queen's entreaty.
By any understanding pate but thine?
More than the common blocks.-Not noted, is 't,
Cam. Business, my lord? I think, most understand Bohemia stays here longer.
Leon. Ay, but why?
Stays here longer.
Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress.
In that which scems so.
Be it forbid, my lord!
Leon. To bide upon 't,-Thou art not honest; or, If thou inclinest that way, thou art a coward; Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining
From course required: Or else thou must be counted
And therein negligent; or else a fool,
That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, And takest it all for jest.
My gracious lord,
I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful;
In every one of these no man is free,
But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
It was my folly; if industriously
I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear
Tis none of mine.
Have not you seen, Camillo,
Cannot be mute,) or thought, (for cogitation
(Or else be impudently negative,
To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say,
As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to
Before her troth-plight; say it, and justify it.