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Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns ! While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe Another dowry to another daughter,

And craves no other tribute at thy hands
For she is chang'd, as she had never been.

But love, fair looks, and true obedience .--
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet ; Too little payment for so great a debt.
And shew more sign of her obedience,

Such duty as the subject ower the prince,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.

Even such a woman oweth to her husband :

And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, Re-enter KATHARINA, with Bunca and Widow.

And not obedient to his honest will,
See, where she comes ; and brings your froward wives What is she, but a foul contending rebel,
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.- And graceless traitor to her loving lord ?-
Katharine, that cap

of yours becomes you not ; I am asham'd, that women are so simple Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

To offer war, where they should kneel for peacı , (KATHARINA pulls off her cap, and throws it down. Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,

Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. Till I be brought to such a silly pass !

Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth, Bian. Fye! what a foolish duty call you this ? Unapt to toil, and trouble in the world ;

Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too : But that our soft conditions, and our hearts, The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,

Should well agree with our external parts ? Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper-time. Come, come, you froward and unable worms !

Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. My mind hath been as big as one of yours, Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these head My heart as great ; my reason, haply, more, strong women,

To bandy word for word, and frown for frown ; What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. But now, I see our lances are but straws; Wid. Come, come, you're mocking ; we will have Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare, no telling

That seeming to be most, which we least are. Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her. Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot ; Wid. She shall not.

And place your hands before your husband's foot : Pet. I say, she shall ;—and first begin with her. | In token of which duty, if he please, Kath. Fye, fye! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow; My hand is ready, may it do him ease. (me, Kate. And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, Pet. Why, there's a wench !-Come on, and kiss To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor :

Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad: for thou shalt ha''. It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads ; Vin. "Tis a good hearing, when children are towaru. Confounds thy fame, as wbirlwinds shake fair buds; Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward. And in no sense is meet or amiable.

Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed :A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, We three are married, but you two are sped. Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; 'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white : And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty

(To LICENTIO. Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.

And, being a winner, God give you good night! Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,

(Exeunt PETRUCHIO und KATHARINI Thy head, thy sovereigo ; one that cares for thee, Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a cursi And for thy maintenance : commits his body

shrew. To painful labour, both by sea and land ;

Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,

tam'd so.

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of this play the two plous are so well nnited, that theycan hardly The par between Katharine and Petrachio is emiteoil be called two without injury to the art with which they are sprightly and diverting. At the marriage of Bianca the arriva interwoven. The attention is entertained with all the variety of of the real father, perhaps, produces more perplexity uban ples A double ploi, yet is not distructed by unconnected incidents. sure. The whole play is very popular and diverting.--Jonyo

TRE first edition of this play is that of the Players, the folio wreck in Bohemia, where is no sea near by a bundred miles."

of 1623. It could not have been written before 1610, as we This remark, which was uttered in the course of private con find from the office-book of Sir Henry Herbert, that it was versation, without the slightest suspicion of its ever being licensed by Sir George Buck. who did not lill that year get made public, and which was so well justified by the example full possession of the office of Master of the Revels, which he that he adduced to support it, has been quoted as another in. had obtained by a reversionary grant, neither could the co- stance in proof of Jonson's enmity to Shakspeare. Jonsor. medy have been produced later than 1613, when it was per. only protesses to love Shakspeare, on this side id, larry," to fordied at Court.

! admire his excellences without being blinded to his defects : The plot is taken from the Pleasant History of Dorastus and the incorrectness mentioned is decidedly a great fault, bat

Farenia, written by Thomas Green. The poet has changed the there is no malignity or undue severity expressed by the pewn. names of the characters, and added the parts of Antigonus, ner in which it is censured. Paulina, and Autolycus; he has also suppressed many circum Mr. Walpole has a ridiculous conjecture that The Winter's Tale stances of the original story; in other respects he has adhered is an historical play, that it was intended as a covert compliclosely to the novel. The error of representing Bohemia as ment to Queen Elizabeth, that it is designed as a supplement

maritine country is not attributable to our author, but to to Henry the Eighth, and that Leontes represents the bluff tbe original from which he copied Ben Jouson, in a conver. monarch, Hermione, Anne Bullen, Perdita, Queen Elizabeth, ution with Drummond of Hawthornden, in 1619, remarking and Mamillius an elder brother of hers, who was still-born. w this geographical mistake, observed that Shakspeare The Title of this play," says Schlegel, answers admirably Tanted art and sometimes sense, for in one of his plays he to its subject. It is one of those histories which appear frabied brought in a number of men, saying they had suffered ship- to delight the idleness of a long evening."

PERSONS REPRESENTED. ledge: we cannot with such magnificence-in so rare

-I know not what to say.

-We will give you LEONTES, King of Sicilia. MAMILLIUS, his son.

sleepy drinks; that your senses, unintelligent of our

insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as CAMILLO, ANTICONUS, CLEOMENES, LION,

little accuse us. Sicilian lords.

Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's Another Sicilian lord.

given freely Reko, a Sicilian gentleman

Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding in. An Attendant on the young Prince Mamillius.

structs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance. Officers of a Court of Judicature.

Cam. Sicilia cannot shew himself over-kind to Bo. POLIXENES, King of Bohemia.

hemia FLORIZEL, his son

They were trained together in their child.

hoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an ARCHIDAMUS, a Bohemian lord.

affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since A Mariner.

their more mature dignities, and royal necessities, Gaoler,

made separation of their society, their encounters An old Shepherd, reputed father of Perdita. Clmwen, his son.

though not personal, have been royally attornied, with Servant to the old shepherd.

interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies ; that AUTOLYCUS, a rogue.

they have seemed to be together, though absent ;

shook hands as over a vast; and einbraced, as it were, Time, as Chorus.

from the ends of opposed winds The heavens conHERMIONE, Queen to Leontes.

tinue their loves! PERDITA, daughter to Leontes and Hermione.

Arch. I think, there is not in the world either maPAULINA, wife to Antigonus.

lice, or matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable Emilia, a lady,

comfort of your young prince Mamillius; it is a genTwo other ladies, attending the Queen.

tleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into MOPSA, DORcas, shepherdesses. Jords, Ladies, and Attendants ; Satyrs for a Dance ; him: It is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physics

Cam. I well

agree

with in the hopes of Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, &c.

the subject, makes old hearts fresh ; they, that went SCENE,- sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to in BOHEMIA.

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. ACT I.

Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire SCENE I.

to live on crutches till he had one. (Ereint. Sicilia.-An Antechamber in Leontes' Palace.

SCENE II.
Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS.

The same.- A Room of State in the Palace. Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohe. Enter Leontis, POLIXENES, Hermione, Mami lius, mia, on the like occasion whereon my services are

Camillo, and Attendants. now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great dif- Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been ference betwixt our Bohemia, and your Sicilia. The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne

Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of $i. Without a burden : time as long again cilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks ; justly owes him.

And yet we should, for perpetuity, Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, Go hence in debt : And therefore, like a cipher we will be justified in our loves : for, indeed, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply, Cam. 'Beseech you,

With one we-thank-you, many thousands more Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my know. . That go before it.

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Leon.

Stay your thanks awhile : And bleat the one at the other: What we chang'd And pay them when you part.

Wås innocence for innocence ; we knew not Pol.

Sir, that's to-morrow The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream's
I am question d by my fears, of what may chance, That any did: Had we pursued that life,
Or breed upon our absence : That may blow And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear
Vo sneaping winds at home, to make us say, With stronger blood, we should have answer'd beaven
This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition cleard,
To tire your royalty.

Hereditary ours.
Leon.
We are tougher, brother, Her.

By this we gather,
Than you can put us to 't.

You have tripp'd since.
Poli
No longer stay.

Pol.

O my most sacred lady, Leon. One seven-night longer.

Temptations have since then been born to us : for Pol.

Very sooth, to-morrow. In those unfledgʻd days was my wise a girl ; Leon. We'll part the time betwec'u's then. and in that your precious self had then not cross d the eyes I'll no gainsaying.

Of my young play-fellow.
Pol.
Press me not, 'beseech you, so; Her,

Grace to boot!
There is no tongue that inoves, none, none i'the world, of this make no conclusion ; lest you say,
So soon as yours, could win me : so it should now, Your

queen

and I are devils : Yet, go on ; Were there necessity in your request, although The offences we have made you do, we'll answer ; "Twere needful I denied it My affairs

If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder, You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay, With any but with us. To you a charge, and trouble: to save both,

Leon.

Is he won yet? Farewell, our brother.

Her. He 'll stay, my lord. Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen ? speak you.

Leon.

At my request, he would not. Her I had thought, sir, to have held my peace, until Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st You had drawn oaths froin him, not to stay You, sir, | To better purpose. Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure,

Her.

Never ? All in Bohemia 's well: this satisfaction

Leon.

Never, but once (before. The by-gone day proclaim od ; say this to him,

Her. What? have I twice said well! when was 't · He's beat from his best ward.

I pr’ythee, tell me: Cram us with praise, and make us Leon,

Well said, Hernione. Asfatas tame things: One good deed,dying tongueless, Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong: Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. But let him say so then, and let him go ;

Our praises are our wages : You may ride us But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere We 'll thwack him hence with distaffs.

With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal ;Yet of your royal presence [t« Pou ) I'll adventure My last good was, to entreat his : tay; The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia

What was my first ? it has an elder sister, You take my lord, I 'll give hiin my commission, Or I mistake you : 0, would her name were Grace! To let him there a month, behind the gest

But once before I spoke to the purpose · When ? Prefix'd for his parting: yet, good deed, Leontes, Nay, let me have't; I long. I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind

Leon.

Why that was when What lady she her lord. -- You 'll stay?

Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death. Pol.

No, madam. Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, Her. Nay, but you will ?

And clap thyself my love ; then didst thou utter, I

may not verily. I am yours for ever. Hel. l'erily!

Her.

It is Grace, indeed.You put me off with limber vows : But I,

Why, lo you now I have spoke to the purpose twice ; Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; Should yet :ay, Sir, no going. Verily [oaths, The other, for some while a friend. You shall not go ; a lady's verily is

(Giving her hand to POLIXENES. As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet?

Leon.

Too hot, too hot: (Aside. Force me to keep you as a prisoner,

To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees, I have iremor cordis on me :-my heart dances ; When you depart

, and save your thanks. Ilow say you? But not for joy,, not joy. - This entertainment Mly prisoner or my guest ? by your dread verily, May a free face pui on; derive a liberty One of them you si.all be.

From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, Pol.

Your guest then, madam : And well become the agent: it may, 1 grant: To be your prisoner, should import offending : But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, Which is for me less easy to commit,

As now they are; and making practis d smiles, Than you to punish.

As in a looking glass ;-- and then to sigh, as ''were Her.

Not your gaoler then, The mort o' the deer ; 0, that is entertainment But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you My bosom likes not, nor my brows.- Mamillius, Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys; Art thou mny boy? You were pretty lordlings then.

Mum.

Ay, my good loru. Pol.

We were, fair

queen,
Leon.

I'fecks?

(nose ?* Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy But such a day to-morrow as to-day,

They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, caplain, and to be boy eternal

We must be neat ; not neat, but cleanly, captain : f'er. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two ? And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf, Pul. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' tho Are all call'd neat.-Still virginailing

(Observing Polixenes and HERMIONE.

Pol.

sun,

Upon his palm !---How now, you wanton calf ? | Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose is
Art thou my calf ?

Will biss me to n.v grave , contempt and camour" Mam Yes, if you will, my lord. (that I have, Will be my knell.-- Go, play, boy, play ;-7'here have

Lem. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolls ere now ; (been, To be full like me:-yel, they say we are

And many a man there is, even at this presuni, Almost as like as eggs; women say so,

Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the am That will say any thing : But were they false That little thinks she has been sluic'd in his absence, As o'er-died blacks, as wind, as waters; false And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by As dice are to be wish d, by one that fixes

Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't, No bourn 'twixt his and mine ; yet were it true Whiles other men have gates ; and those gales open'd, To say this boy were like me. -Come, sir page, As mine, against their will: Should all despair, Look on me with your welkin eye: Sweet villain ! That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Most dear'st! my collop!--Can thy dam ?--may't be? Would hang themselves. Physic for't there is none; Affection! thy intention stabs the centre:

It is a bawdy planet, that will strike Thou dost make possible, things not so held, Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, Communicat'st with dreams ;--(How can this be ?)— From east, west, north, and south : Be it concluded, With what s unreal thou coactive art,

No barricado for a belly; know it ; And fellow'st nothing : Then, 'tis very credent, It will let in and out the enemy, Thou may 'st co-join with something; and thou dost; With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us (And that beyond commission; and I find it,) Have the disease, and feel't not.--How now, boy? And that to the infection of my brains,

Mam. I am like you, they say.. And hardening of my brows.

Leon.

Why, that's some comfort.Pol.

What means Sicilia? What! Camillo there? Her. He something seems unsettled

Cam. Ay, my good lord. Pol.

How, my lord ? Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man.Leon, What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?

(Eait MamilLIVE. Her

You look, Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. As if you held a brow of much distraction :

Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold: Are you mov'd, my lord ?

When you cast out, it still came home.
Leon.
No, in good earnest,-
Leon.

Didst note it? How sometimes nature will betray it's folly,

Cam. He would not stay at your petitions ; made Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime

His business more material. To harder bosoms ! Looking on the lines

Leon.

Didst perceive it? Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil They're here with me already; whispering, rounding, Twenty-three years ; and saw myself unbreech'd, Sicilia is a so.forth : 'Tis far gone, In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled, When I shall gust it last.—How came't, Camillo, Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,

That he did stay? As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.

Cam. Át the good queen's entreaty. [nent? How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, Leon. At the queen's, be'i : good, should be pertiThis squash, this gentleman :-Mine honest friend, But so it is, it is not. Was his taken Will you take eggs for money?

By any understanding pate but thine ? Mar No, my lord, I'll fight. (My brother, For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in

Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole ! - More than the common blocks :—Not noted, is't,
Are you so fond of your young prince, as we But of the finer natures ? by some severals,
Do seem to be of ours ?

Of head picce extraordinary ? lower messes,
Pol.
If at home, sir,

Perchance art to this business purblind: say.
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter :

Cam. Business, my lord ? I think, most understand Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy ; Bohemia stays here longer. My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all :

Leon.

Ha? He makes a July's day short as December ;

Cam.

Stays here longer. And, with his varying childness, cures in me Leon. Ay, but why? Thoughts that would thick my blood.

Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Leon.

So stands this squire of our most gracious mistress. Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord,

Leon.

Satisfy And leave you to your graver steps. - Hermione, The entreaties of your mistress satisfy ?How thou lov'st us, shew in our brother's welcome; Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo, Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap:

With all the nearest things to my heart, as well Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's

My chamber councils : wherein, priest-like, thou Apparent to my heart.

Hast cleans'd my bosom ; 1 from thee departed Her.

If you would seek us, Thy penitent reform’d: but we have been We are your’si' the garden : Shall's attend you there? Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd

Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be in that which seems so. Be you beneath the sky :- I am angling now, [found, Cam.

Be it forbid, my

lord ! Though you perceive me not how I give line.

Leon. To bide upon't ;-Thou art not honest: 0, Go lo, go to!

If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward ; (Aside. Observing POLIXENES and Hermione. Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! From course requir'd: Or else thou must be counted And arms her wit! the boldness of a wife

A servant, grafted in my serious trust, To her allowing husband! Gone already;

And therein negligent: or else a fool, lach thick, knee deep, o'er head and ears a fork done. That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn,

(Eseunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and Attendants. And tak’st it all for jest. Go, play, boy, play ;-thy mother plays, and I Cam.

My gracious lord,

i.eil.

I nay be negligent, foolish, and fearful;

How I am galled, -might'st bespice a cup, Tu every one of these no man is free,

To give mine enemy a lasting wink; But that his negligence, his folly, fear,

Which draught to me were cordial. Ainongst the infiniie doings of the world,

Cain.

Sir, my lord, Sometime puts forth: In your affairs, my lord, I could do this; and that with no rash potion, If ever I were wilful-negligent,

But with a ling'ring dranı, that should not work It was iny folly ; if industriously

Maliciously like poison: But I cannot I play'd the tool, it was my negligence,

Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, Not weighing well the end ; if ever fearful So sovereignly being honourable. l'u do a thing, where I the issue doubted,

I have lov'd thee, Whereof the execution did cry out

Leon. Make't thy question, and go

rot! Against the non performance, 'twas a fear

Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled, Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord, To appoint myself in this vexation ? sully Ale such allow'd infirmities, that honesty

The purity and whiteness of my sheets, Is never free of. But, 'beseech your grace, Which to preserve, is sleep; which being spotted Be plainer with me : let ine know my trespass Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps ? By its own visage: if I then deny it,

Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son, 'Tis none of mine.

Who, I do think is mine, and love as mine;
Have not you seen, Camillo, Without ripe moving to't ?- Would I do this?
But that's past doubt: you have ; or your eye-glass Could man so blench?
Is thicker than a cuckold's horn;) or heard,

Cam.

I must believe you, sir ; (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour

I do ; and will fetch off Bohemia for't: Cannot be mute, ) or thought, (for cogitation Provided, that when he's remov'd, your highness Resides not in that man, that does not think it,) Will take again your queen, as yours at first ; My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess,

Even for your son's sake ; and, thereby, for sealing (Or else be impudently negative,

The injury of tongues, in courts and kingdoms
To have, nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, Known and allied to yours.
My wife's a hobbyhorse ; deserves a name

Leon.

Thou dost advise me, As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to

Even so as I mine own course have set down :
Before her troth-plight: say it, and justify it. I'll give no blemish to her honour, none.
Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear

Cam. My lord,
My sovereign mistress clouded so, without

Go then ; and with a countenance as clear My present vengeance taken: 'Shrew my heart, As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia, You never spoke what did become you less

And with your queen : I am his cupbearer ; Than this; which to reiterate, were sin

If from me he have wholesome beverage,
As deep as that, though true.

Account me not your servant.
Leon.
Is whispering nothing ? Leon.

This is all :
Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses ? Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart;
Kissing with inside ..p? stopping the career Do't not, thou split'st thine own.
Of laughter with a sigh? (a rote infallible

Cam.

I'll do 't, my lord Of breaking honesty:) horsing foot on foot ?

Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis'd me. Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift?

[Eri,
Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight? and all eyes blind Cam. O miserable lady!-- But, for me,
With the pin and web, but theirs, theirs only, What case-stand I in! I must be the poisoner
That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing? Of good Polixenes : and my ground to do 't
Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing ; Is the obedience to a master; one,
The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; Who, in rebellion with himself, will have
My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, All that are his, so too.—To do this deed,
Irihis be nothing.

Promotion follows: If I could find example
Cam.
Good my lord, be cur'd

Of thousands, that had struck anointed kings,
Of this diseas’d opinion, and betimes ;

And Aourish'd after, I'd not do 't: but since For 'tis most dangerous.

Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one Leon.

Say, it be ; 'tis true. Let villany itself forswear't. I must Cam. No, no, my lord.

Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain Leon.

It is ; you lie, you

lie: To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now! I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee;

Here comes Bohemia.
Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave;

Enter POLIXEN ES.
Or else a hovering temporizer, that
Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, Pol.

This is strange! methinks, Inclining to them both : Were my wife's liver My favour here begins to warp. Not speak ?Infected as her life, she would not live

Good-day, Camillo. The running of one glass.

Cam.

Hail, most royal sir : Cum. Who does infect her?

[ing Pol. What is the news i' the court ? Leon. Why he, that wears her like her medal, hang- Cam.

None rare, my lorda About his neck, Bohemia : Who-if I

Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance, Had servants true about me: that bare eyes As he had lost soine province, and a region, To see alike mine honour as their profits,

Lov'd as he loves himself: even now I met him Their own particular thrifts,- they would do that With customary compliment; when he, Which should undo more doing : Ay, and thou, Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling His cupbearer,- whom I from meaner form A lip of much contempt, speeds from me; and Have bench'd and rear’d to worship; who may'st see So leaves me, to consider what is breeding, Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees heaven, | That changes thus his mancers

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