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Why, lo you now, I have spoke to th' purpose twice:'
[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 palins, and pinching fingers, As now they are; and making practis'd smiles, As in a looking-glass ;-and then to sigh, as 'twere The mort o'th' deer; O, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows.—Mamillius, Art thou my boy? Mam.
Ay, my good lord. Leon.
[Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONB. Upon his palm ?-How now, you wanton calf ? Art thou
calf ? 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 ill say any thing: But were they false
What means Sicilia? Her. He something seems unsettled. Pol.
lord? What cheer; how is't with you, best brother? Her.
You look, As if you
held a brow of much distraction :
No, in good earnest.
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
for money? Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. Leon. You will? why, happy man be's dole! -My
If at home, sir,
my blood. Leon.
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'st us, show 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,
[Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE,
Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears a fork'd
[Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants. Go, play, boy, play ;-thy mother plays, and I Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour Will be my knell.-Go, play, boy, play ;—There have
been, Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; And many a man there is, even at this present, Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by th'arm, That little thinks she has been sluic'd in's absence, 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
Mam. I am like you, they say.
Why, that's some comfort.What! Camillo there?
Cam. Ay, my good lord.
[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. Leon.
Didst perceive 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 entreaty.
Cam. Business, my lord? I think, most understand
Stays here longer. Leon. Ay, but why?
Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties