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We were, fair quees,

You put me off with limber Fows: But I,
Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with other
Should yet say, Sir, no going: Verily,
You shall not go; a lady's Ferily is
As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet?
Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees,
When you depart, and save your thanks. How su
My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread verils,
One of them you shall be.
Pol.

Your guest then, madas
To be your prisoner, should import offending;
Which is for me less easy to commit,
Than you to punish.
Her.

Not your gaoler then,
But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you
Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boss;
You were pretty lordlings then.

Pol.
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 rerier wag o' the two!
Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk

the sun,
And bleat the one at the other: What we changed,
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd
That any did : Had we pursued that life,
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd Heared
Boldly, Nor guilty; the imposition clear'd,
Hereditary ours.
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
In those unfledged days was my wife a girl;
Your precious sell had not then 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;
The offences we have made you do, we'll answer;
Il you first sinn'd with us, and that with us
You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not
With any but with us.

!

We must be neat; not pent, but cleanly, captain :
And yet the steer, the heiler, and the calf,
Are all call'd neat. Still virginalling

(Observing Polirenes and Hermione.)
Upon his palm !-How now, you wanton call?
Art thou nay call ?
Mam.

Yes, if you will, my lord.
Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots

that I have,
To be full like me :-get, they say, we are
Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
That will say any thing : But were they false
As o'er-dyed 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 pave,
Look on me with your welkin ese: Sweet villain!
Most dear'st! my collop!-Can thy dam ?-may't be ?
Affection ! thy intention stabs the centre:
Thou dost make possible, things not so held,
Communicatest with dreams ;--(How can this be?)
With what's unreal thou coactive art,
And fellow'st nothing: Then 'tis very credent,
Thou may'st co-join with something i and thou dost;
(And that beyond commission; and I find it.)
And that to the infection of my brains,
And hardening of my brows.
Pol.

What means Sicilia
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 :
Are you moved, my lord ?
Leon,

No, in good earnest,
How sometimes nature will betray ils folly,
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
or 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 quash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend,
Will you take eggs for money?
Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.

(My brother, Leon You will ? why, happy man be his dole!-

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We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain :
And yet the steer, the heiser, and the calf,
Are all call'd neat.-Still virginalling

(Observing Polirenes and Hermione.)
Upon his palm?-How now, you wanton call?
Art thou nis call?
Mam.

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-dyed 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 pave,
Look on me with your welkin ese: Sweet villain!
Most dear'st! my collop!-Can thy dam ?-may't be?
Affection! the intention stabs the centre:
Thou dost make possible, things not so held,
Communicatest with dreams ;-(How can this be?)
With what's unreal thou coactive art,
And fellow'st nothing: Then 'tis vers 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.
Pol.

What means Sicilia
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 :
Are you moved, my lord ?
Leon.

No, in good eamest,
How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harler 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,
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 quash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend,
Will you take eggs for money ?

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
Do seem to be of ours?
Pol.

If at home, sir,
He's all ms exercise, my mirth, my matter :
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all;
He makes a July's day short as December;
And, with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that would

thick my blood.
Leon.

So stands this squire Officed with me: We two will walk, my lord, And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione, How thou lovest 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 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 1 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 one.

[Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants. Go, play, boy, play ;-thy mother plays, and I Play too; but so disgraced a part, whose issue Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour Will be my knell.-Go, play, boy, play. There have Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now;

[been, And niany a man there is, even at this present, Now, while I speak this, holds his wife That little thinks she has been sluiced in's

the arm,

by 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 open'd, As mine, against their will: Should all despair That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves. Physic for 't there is none;

t is a bawdy planet, that will strike Where'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, thllik is. From east, west, north, and south': Be it concluded, No barricado for a belly; know it; It will let in and out the enemy,

With bag and baggage : many a thousand of is
Have the disease, and feel't liot.-How now, boy!
Mam. I am like you, they say,
Leon.

Way, that's some comfort.-
What! Cainillo there!

Cam. As, my good lord.
Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou 'rt an honest man.

[Brit 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?-
They're here with me already; whispering, roundivg,
Sicilia is a so-forth; 'Tis far gone,
When I shall gust it last. ---How came 't, Camillo,
That he did stay ?
Cam.

At the good queen's entreats.
Leon. At the queen's, be't: good, should be per
But so it is, it is not. Was this taken

[tinents
By any understanding pate but thine ?
For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in
More than the common blocks.-Not noted, is 't,
But of the finer natures P by some severals,
or head-piece extraordinary lower messes,
Perchance, are to this business purblind; say,

Cam. Business, my lord ? I think, most understand
Bohemia stays here longer.
Leon.

Ha?
Cam.

Stays here longer,
Leon. Ay, but why?
Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties
Of our most gracious mistress.

Satisfy
The entreaties of your mistress satisfy ?-
Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo,
With all the nearest things to my heart, as well
My chamber-councils : wherein, priest-like, thou
Hast cleansed my bosom ; 1 from thee departed
Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been
Deceived in thy integrity, deceived
In that which scems so.
Сат.

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

Leon.

[Brit Mamillas

Didst note it!

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WINTER'S TALE. AdL
With bag and baggage : manr a thousand of as
Hare the disease, and feel 't non-How now, boy!

Mam. I am like you, they sas.
Lon.

Way, that's some comfort.
What! Cainillo there!

Cam. Ar, my good lord.

Leon. Go plas, Mamillius ; thou 'rt an honest mil-
Camillo, this great sir will get stay longer.

Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold:
When you cast out, it still came home.

Leon.

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

Didst perceire it?-
They 're here with me already; whispering, rounding,
Sicilia is a so-forth; 'Tis far gone,
When I shall gust it last. - How came 't, Camillo,
That he did stay?
Cam.

At the good queen's entreats.
Leon. At the queen's, belt: gool, should be per
But so it is, it is not. Was this taken
By any understanding pate but thine ?
For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in
More than the common blocks,-Not noted, is',
But of the Aner natures ? by some sererals,
Of head-piece extraordinary ? lower messes,
Perchance, are to this business purblind; sas.

Cam. Business, my lord? I think, most understand
Bohemia stays here longer,
Leon

Ha!
Cam.
Leon. Ay, but why?
Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entresties
Oi our most gracious mistress,
Leon.

Satisfy
The entreaties of four mistress satisfy ? -
Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo,
With all the nearest things to my heart, as well
My chamber-councils: wherein, priest-like, thou
Hast cleansed my bosom; 1 from thee departed
The penitent reformd: but we have been
Deceived in the integrity, deceived
In that which seems 80.
Cam.

Be it forbid, my lord!
Leon. To bide upon 't, -Thou art not honest; OT,
If thou inclinest that way, thou art a coward;
Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining

Scene 2. WINTER'S TALE.

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From course required: Or else thou must be counted
A servant, grafted in my serious trust,
And therein negligent; or else a fool,
That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn,
And takest it all for jest.
Сат.

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,
Amongst the infinite doings of the world,
Sometimes puts forth: In your affairs, my lord,
If ever I were wilful-negligent,
It was my folly; if industriously
1 play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful
To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
Whereof the execution did cry out
Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear
Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord,
Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty
Is never free of. But, 'beseech your grace,
Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass
By its own visage: if I then deny it,
Tis none of mine.

Have not you seen, Camillo,
(But that's past doubt--you have, or your eye-glass
Is thicker than a cuckold's horn,) or heard,
(For, to a vision so apparent, rumour
Cannot be mute,) or thought, (for cogitation
Resides not in that man, that does not think it,)
My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess,
(or else be impudently negative,
To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say,
My wife's a hobbyhorse, deserves a name
As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to
Before her troth-plight; say it, and justify it.

Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear
My sovereign mistress clouded so, without
My present vengeance taken: 'Shrew my heart,
You never spoke what did become you less
Than this; which to reiterate, were sin
As deep as that, though true.
Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses?
Kissing

with inside lip! stopping the career
of laughter with a sigh' (a note infallible
of breaking honesty)

horsing foot on foot ? Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift?

Stays bere longer.

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