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Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attornied, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies ; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast ; and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves!
Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note. Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of
I him: It is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physicks the subject, makes old hearts fresh: they, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to 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.
Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one.
SCENE II.--The same. A room of state in the palace.
CAMILLO, and Attendants.
Without a burden: time as long again
before it. Leon.
Stay your thanks awhile; pay
them when you part. Pol.
Sir, that's to-morrow.
We are tougher, brother,
you can put us to't.
No longer stay
Very sooth, to-morrow.
that I'll no gain-saying
Press me not, 'beseech you, so; There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' th
world, So soon as yours, could win me : so it should now, Were there necessity in your request, although 'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs
me homeward: which to hinder, Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay,
you a charge, and trouble: to save both, Farewell, our brother.
Do even drag
Tongue-tied, our queen ? speak you. Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You, sir, 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. Leon.
Well said, Hermione.
I may not, verily. Her. Verily! You put me off with limber vows: But I, Though you would seek t' unsphere the stars with
oaths, 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 guest ; so you shall pay your fees, When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you !
My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread verily,
Your guest then, madam:
Not your gaoler then,
lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys ; You were pretty lordings then. 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 pursued that life,
By this we gather,
O my most sacred lady,
Grace to boot !
Of this make no conclusion ; lest you say,
you first sinn'd with us, and that with us
but with us.
Is he won yet?
At my request, he would not.
Never, but once.
Why, that was when
It is Grace, indeed.