Her. Never? Leo. Never but once. Her. What? have I twice faid well? when was't before? I pr'ythee tell me; cram's with praife, and make's Our praises are our wages. You may ride's With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs, ere With fpur we heat an acre, but to th' goal *. My last good deed was to intreat his stay; What was my firft? it has an elder fifter, Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! But once before I fpake to th' purpose ? when? Nay, let me hav't; I long. Leo. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had fowr'd themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, And clepe thyself my love; then didst thou utter, "I am your's for ever. Her. 'Tis grace, indeed. Why, lo you now; I've fpoke to th' purpose twice; The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; Leo. Too hot, too hot To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. [Afide, I have tremor cordis on me--my heart dances; Mam. Ay, my good Lord. i. e. good ufage will win us to any thing; but, with ill, we ftop fhort, even there where both our intereft and our inclination would otherwife have carried us. A leffon upon the horn at the death of the deer. [nofe? Leo. I'fecks! And yet the fteer, the heifer, and the calf, Upon his palm? Art thou my calf? [Obferving Polixenes and Hermione.. -How now, you wanton calf! Mam. Yes, if you will, my Lord. Leo. Thou want 'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I have, To be full like me.-Yet they fay, we are That will fay any thing; but they were false, And fellow'ft nothing. Then 'tis very credent, And that to the infection of my brains, And hard'ning of my brows. Pol. What means Sicilia? Her. He fomething feems unfettled. Pol. How? my Lord? Leo. What cheer? how is 't with you, beft brother? Her. You look As if you held a brow of much distraction. Are not you mov'd, my Lord? Lea. No, in good earneft. * A black dye being used in too great quantity, doth not only make the cloth to rot upon which it is put, but the colour it felf to fade and grow rully much the focner. How fometimes nature will betray its folly! How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, Mam. No, my Lord, I'll fight. Leo. You will! why, happy man be's dole !-My brother, Are you fo fond of your young prince, as we Pol. If at home, Sir, He's all my exercife, my mirth, my matter; Offic'd with me: we two will walk, my Lord, Next to thyfelf, and my young rover, he's Her. If will feek us, you We are your's i' th' garden: fhall's attend you there.? Leo. To your own bents dispose you; you'll be found,. Be you beneath the fky. I am angling now, Tho' you perceive me not, how I give line; Go to, go to. [Exeunt Polix. Her, and attendants: [Manent Leo. Mam, and Cam. To her allowing husband. Gone already, Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears, a fork'd one. Go, play, boy, playthy mother plays, and I Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful: think it *. Mam. I am like you, they fay. Leo. Why, that's fome comfort. What! Camillo there? Cam. Ay, my good Lord. Leo. Go play, Mamillius-thou 'rt an honeft man, SCENE [Exit Mamillius. III. Camillo, this Great Sir will yet ftay longer. Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold; When you caft out, it ftill came home. Leo. Didft note it? Cam. He would not ftay at your petitions made ; His bufinefs more material. Leo. Didft perceive it? -think it. From eaft, weft, north, and south, be it concluded, No barricado for a belly. Know 't, It will let in and out the enemy, With bag and baggage. Many a thousand, &c. They're here with me already; whifp'ring, rounding*; Sicilia is a fo-forth; 'tis far gone, When I fhall guft it laft. How came 't, Camillo, That he did ftay? Cam. At the good Queen's intreaty. Leo. At the Queen's be 't: good, should be pertinent; But fo it is, it is not. Was this taken By any understanding pate but thine? For thy conceit is foaking, will draw in Cam. Bufinefs, my Lord? I think most understand Bithynia stays here longer.. Leo. Ha? Cam. Stays here longer. Leo. Ay, but why? Cam. To fatisfy your Highness, and th' intreaties Of our moft gracious miftrefs. Leo. Satisfy Th' intreaties of your miftrefs? fatisfy? Let that fuffice. I've trufted thee, Camillo, In that which feems fo. Cam. Be it forbid, my Lord Leo. To bide upon 't.- -Thou art not honeft; or If thou inclin'ft that way, thou art a coward, Which hoxes honefty behind, restraining From courfe requir'd: or elfe thou must be counted A fervant grafted in my serious truft, And therein negligent; or elfe a fool, That feeft a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, And tak'ft it all for jeft. Cam. My gracious Lord, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful. In every one of thefe no man is free, i. e. rounding in the ear, a phrase in use at that time. |