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'Twere needful I denyd it. My affairs
Do even drag me homeward; which to hinder,
Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay,
To you a charge and trouble: to save boch,
Farewel, our brother.

Leo. Tongue-cy'd, our Queen? speak you.

Her. I had thought, Sir, to've held my peace, until You ’ad drawn oaths from him not to stay : you, Siren Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure, All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him, He's beat from his best ward.

Leo. Well said, Hermione.

Her. To tell, he longs to see hiy foni, were frong.
But let him fay so then, and let him go ;
But let him swear so, and he mall not tay:
We'll thwack him hence with diftaffs,
Yet of your royal presence I'll adventure (T. Polixenes..
The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia,
You take my Lord, I'll give him my commission,
To let him there a month, behind the geft (2)
Prefix'd for's parting :- yet, (good deed] Leontese.
I love thee not a jar o'th' clock behind.
What Lady she her Lord. You'll stay?

Pol. No, madam.
Her. Nay, but you will,
Pol. I may not, verily.

Her. Verily.
You put me off with limber vows; but I,
Tho' you would seek ounsphere the stars with oaths,

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Should yet say, "Sir, no going : verily,
“ You shall not go;" a Lady's verily is
As potent as a Lord's. Will you go, yet?
Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
Not like a gueft? so you shall pay your fees,
When you depart, and save your thanks: How say you?-
My prisoners or my guest ? by your dread verily,
One of them you thall be.

Poi. Your guest then, madam:
To be your prisoner, should import offending;
Which is for me less easy to commit,
Than you to punih.

Her. Not your goaler then,
But
your

kind hostess; come, I'll question yeu Of my Lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys : You were pretty lordings ihen?

Pol. We were, fair Queen,
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 verier wag o’th’ two?

Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did Frisk i'th'sun, And bleat the one at th' 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 pursu'd that life, And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd With Atronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven Boldly, Not guilty; th' imposition clear'd, (3) Hereditary ours.

Her. By this we gathers You have tript fince:

Pol. O my moft facred Lady, Temptations have fince then been born to's: for (3)

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In those unfledg’d days was my wife a girl;
Your precious self had then not cross’d the eyes:
Of my young play-fellow..

Her. Grace to boot !-
Of this make no conclusion, left you say,,
Your Queen and I are devils. Yet, go on;
Th' offences we have made you do, we'll answer ;
If you first finn'd with us, and that with us
You did continue fault; and that you Nipt not,
With any but with us..

Leo. Is he won yet?
Her. He'll ftay, my Lord.

1.eo. At my requeft he would not : Hermione; my dearest, thou ne'er spok'st To better purpose.

Her. Never?
Leo. Never, but once..

Her. What? have I twice said well? when was't before!
I prythee, tell me; cram’s with praise, and make's
As far as tame things: one good deed, dying tongueless,
Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages.

You may

ride's With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs, ere With spur we heat an acre.

But to th'goal: My last good deed was to intreat his stay; What was my first, it has an elder fiiter, Or I millake you; O, would her name were Grace." But once before I spake to th' purpose! when ? Nay, let me hav'; Llong.

Leo. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had fower'd themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, And clepe thyself my love; then didst thou utter, “ I am vours forever."

Her. 'Tis grace, indeed. Why, lo you now; I've spoke to th' purpose twice; The one tor ever earn'd a royal husband; Th’other, for some while a friend. Leo. Too hot, too hot

[Afidea 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: 't. may, I grant;.
But to be padling palms, and pinching fingers,
As now they are, and making practis'd smiles,
As in a looking-glass--and then to figh, as 'twere:
The mort o' th' deer; (4) oh, that is entertainment
My borom likes not, nor my brows—Mamillius,
Art thou my boy?

Mam. Ay, my good Lord.

Leon. I' fecks ! Why, that's my bawcock; what? haft smutch'd thy nofe? They fay, it is a copy out of mine. Come, captain, We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain ; And

yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf, Are all call'd neat. Still virginalling

[Observing Polixenes and Hermione.. Upon his palm ? -how now, you wanton.calf! . Art thou

my

calf? Mam. Yes, if you will, my Lord..

Leo. Thou want'ft. a rough path, and the shoots that I To be full like me.. Yet they say, we are [haves. Almost as like as eggs; women say so, That will say any thing ; -but were they false, As o'er-dy'd blacks, as winds, as waters ; false As dice are to be wish’d, by one that fixes No bourne 'twixt his and mine ; yet were it true To say, this boy were like me. Look on me with your welkin-eye, sweet villain. Most dear'ft, my collop--can thy dam?-may't be Imagination ! thou doft ftab to th'center.. Thou dost make poslible things not be so held, Communicatft with dreams (how can this be ?) With what's unreal, thou coactive art, And fellow't nothing. Then 'tis very credent,

(4) The mort o’tb’deer.) To blow a mort, is a hunting phrase, figo. nifying, to found a particular air, callid a mort, to give notice that the deer, which was hunted, is run down, and killing, or killid,

Thou,

Come, Sir page,

Thou may'st co-join with something, and thou doft,
And that beyond commiflion; and I find it,
And that to the infection of my brains,
And hardning of my brows.

Pol. What means Sicilia ?
Her. He something seems unsettled.
Pol. How .. my Lord ?
Leo. What cheer.. how is't with

you,

best brother
Her.. You look,
As if you held a. brow of much distraction.
Are not you movid, '

my Lord ?
Leo. No, in good earneft.
How sometimes nature will betray its folly
Its tenderness !, and make itself a paftime
'To harder bosoms! looking on the lines
Of my boy's faca, methoughts, I did recoil
Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,
Lelt it should bite its master, and so prove,
As orpaments oft do, too dangerous ;
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel;
This fquath, this gentleman. Mine honest friend,
Will you take eggs for money?

Man. No, my Lord, I'll fight.

Leo. You will! why, happy man be's dole. My brothers Are

you fo fond of your young Prince, as we, Do seem to be of ours ?

Pol. If at home, Sir,
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter ;
Now my tworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My paraîjte, my soldier, statesman, all ;
He makes a July's day. Mort as December,
And with hiš varying childness, cures in mę:
Thoughts that should thick my blood.

Lea. So stands this Squire
Offic’d with me: we two will walk, my Lord;
And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione,
How thou lov’ft us, thew in our brother's welcome:
Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap :
Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's

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