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instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utter
Cam. Siçilia 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
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 him : it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, phy. sicks the subjects, 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. [Exeunt.
1 Supplied by substitution of embassies. 2 Wide waste of country. 3 Affords a cordial to the state.
A Room of State in the Palace.
Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MA
MILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants. Pol. Nine changes of the wat’ry star have been The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne Without a burden : time as long again Would be fill’d up, my brother, with our thanks ; And yet we should, for perpetuity, Go hence in debt : And therefore, like a cipher, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply, With one we-thank-you, many thousands more That
before it. Leon.
Stay your thanks awhile ; And pay them when
you part. Pol.
Sir, that's to-morrow. I am question’d by my fears, of what may chance, Or breed upon our absence : That may
blow No sneaping 4 winds at home, to make us say, This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd To tire your royalty. Leon.
We are tougher, brother,
No longer stay.
Very sooth, to-morrow. Leon. We'll part the time between's then : and
in that I'll no gain-saying. Pol.
Press me not, 'beseech you, so : There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'the
world, So soon as yours, could win me : so it should now,
Were there necessity in your request, although
Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen ? speak you.
until You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You,
Well said, Hermione.
adventure 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 gest5 Prefix'd for his parting : yet, good deed 6, Leontes, I love thee not a jar o' the 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, Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with
5 Gests were the names of the stages where the King appointed to lie, during a royal progress.
Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily,
you go yet?
you? My prisoner ? or my guest ? by your dread verily, One of them
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 lordlings? then. Pol.
fair Twolads, 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’
And bleat the one at the other : what we chang'd,
By this we gather,
? A diminutive of lords.
O my most sacred lady,
Grace to boot!
and I are devils : Yet, go on; The 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. He'll stay, my
At my request, he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st To better purpose. Her.
Never ? Leon.
Never, but once. Her. What? have I twice said well? when was't
before ? I pr’ythee, tell me : Cram us with praise, and make As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying
tongueless, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages : You may ride us, With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal ; My last good deed was, to entreat his stay ; What was my first; it has an elder sister, Or I mistake you : 0, would her name were Grace! But once before I spoke to the 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,