Should yet say, Sir, no going.' Verily,
You shall not go; a lady's verily 's

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, One of them you shall be.

Pol.

Your guest, then, Madam;

To be your prisoner should import offending;
Which is for me less easy to commit

Than you to punish.

Her.

Not your gaoler then,

But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you
Of my 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' the 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, nor dream'd

That any did. Had we pursued that life,

And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd

With stronger blood, we should have answer'd Heaven Boldly, Not guilty;' the imposition clear'd

Temptations have since then been born to 's: for In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl; Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes Of my young playfellow.

Her.

Grace to boot!

Of this make no conclusion; lest you say
Your Queen and I are devils. Yet, go on;
Th' offences we have made you do, we'll answer;
If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us
You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not
With any but with us.

Leon.

Is he won yet?

Her. What! have I twice said well? when was 't

before?

I pr'ythee tell me.

As fat as tame things.

less

Cram's with praise, and make 's

One good deed dying tongue

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 entreat his stay ;
What was my first? it has an elder sister,

Or I mistake you. O, would her name were Grace!
But once before I spoke to th' purpose: when ?

Nay, let me have 't; I long.

Leon.

Why, that was when

Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death,

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,

And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, "I am yours for ever."

Her.

'Tis Grace, indeed.

Why, lo you now, I have spoke to th' purpose twice;

The one for ever earn'd a royal husband;

Th' other, for some while, a friend.

Leon.

[Giving her hand to POLIXEnes. 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's fertile bosom,
And well become the agent: 't may, I grant:
But to be paddling palms, 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. -

Art thou my boy?

Mamillius.

Leon.

Mamillius,

Ay, my good lord.

I' fecks?

Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy

nose?

They say 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 POLIXEN ES and HERMIONE.

Upon his palm? — How now, you wanton calf?

Art thou my 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:
Almost as like as eggs:
That will say any thing.

yet, they say we are
women say so,

But were they false

As o'er-dy'd blacks, as wind, as waters; false
As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes
No bourn 'twixt his and mine: yet were it true
To say this boy were like me. Come, Sir Page,
Look on me with your welkin eye. Sweet villain
Most dear'st! my collop!-Can thy dam?— may 't
be?

Affection, thy intention stabs the centre:

Thou dost make possible, things not so held,
Communicat'st with dreams; — (how can this be?)
With what's unreal thou coactive art,

And fellow'st nothing. Then, 'tis very credent,
Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou dost;
(And that beyond commission; and I find it,)
And that to the infection of my brains,

And hard'ning of my brows.

Pol.

What means Sicilia?

Her. Pol.

He something seems unsettled.

How! my lord!

You look

What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?

Her.

As if you held a brow of much distraction.
Are you mov'd, my lord?

Leon.
No, in good earnest.
How sometimes nature will betray it's folly,
It's tenderness, and make it self a pastime
To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, my thoughts I did recoil
Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,
Lest it should bite it's master, and so prove,
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.

How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend, Will you take eggs for money?

Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.

Leon. You will? why, happy man be's dole! -
My brother,

Are you so 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 sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all:

He makes a July's day short as December;
And, with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that would thick 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,

We are yours i' th' garden. Shall's attend you there? Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found,

Be you beneath the sky. [Aside. Observing POL. and HERM.] I am angling now,

Though you perceive me not how I give line.

Go to, go to!

How she holds up the neb, the bill to him!
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
To her allowing husband! Gone already;
Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd one
[Exeunt PoL., HERM., and Attendants.