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

It is Grace, indeed..
Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose

twice ; The one for ever earn'd a royal husband ; The other, for some while a friend.

[Giving her hand to PoLIXENES. Leon.

Too hot, too hot : [ Aside. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. I have tremor cordis 8 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 as now they are making practis'd smiles, As in a looking-glass ;- and then to sigh, as

'twere The mort o' the deer?; 0, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows. Mamillius, Art thou my boy? Mam.

Ay, my good lord. Leon.

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

nose? They say, it's 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?

calf? Mam.

Yes, if you will, my lord.

Art thou my

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Trembling of the heart.
9 The tune played at the death of the deer.
| Hearty fellow.
? i. c. Playing with her fingers on a spinnet.

Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots

that I have3, To be full like me:- yet, they say, we are Almost as like as eggs; women say so, That will say any thing : But were they false As o'er-died 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 4 eye: Sweet villain ! Most dear’st ! my collop!- Can thy dam ?—may't

be? — Affection ! thy intention stabs the center : Thou dost make possible, things not so held, Communicat'st with dreams ;- How can this

be?) With what's unreal thou co-active 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 hardening of my brows. Pol.

What means Sicilia? Her. He something seems unsettled. Pol.

How, my lord ? What cheer? how i'st with you, best brother ? Her,

You look, As if you held a brow of much distraction : Are you

mov'd, Leon.

No, in good earnest. How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil Twenty-three years : ‘and saw myself unbreech'd, In my green velvet coat ; my dagger muzzled,

l, my lord ?

3 Thou wantest a rough head, and the budding horns that I have. 4 Blue, like the sky. 5 Credible,

Lest it should bite its 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 his dole 8 !

- My brother,
Are you so fond of your young prince as we
Do seem to be of ours?

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.

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 wel-

come ;
Let dear in Sicily, be cheap :
Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's
Apparent to my heart.

If you would seek us,
We are yours i’ the garden : Shall's attend you

there? Leon. To your own bents dispose you : you'll be

Be you beneath the sky:- I am angling now,
Though you perceive me not how I give line.
Go to, go to !

[ Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HerMIONE.


6 Pea-cod. 7 Will you be cajoled?

May his lot in life be a happy one. 9 Heir apparent, next claimant.

She arms her with the boldness of a wife
To her allowing husband! Gone already.


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 the arm,
That little thinks she's false: Should all despair,
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
Would hang themselves; but many a thousand of us
Have the disease, and feel't not. How now, boy?

Mam. I am like you, they say.

Why, that's some comfort. —
What! Camillo there?

Cam. Ay, my good lord.
Leon. Go play, Mamillius ; thou’rt an honest

Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.
Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor

When you cast out, it still came home.

Didst note it?
Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made
His business more material.

Didst perceive it? -
They're here with me already; whispering, round-

Sicilia is a so-forth : 'Tis far gone,
When I shall gust 3 it last.—How cam't, Camillo,
That he did stay?

At the good queen's entreaty.




Approving. ? To round in the ear was to tell secretly.

3 Taste.

Leon. At the queen's, be't: good, should be per

tinent; But so it is, it is not. Was this taken By any understanding pate but thine ? For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in More than the common blocks: — Not noted, is't, But of the finer natures ? by some severals, Of head-piece extraordinary ? lower messes 4, Perchance, are to this business purblind : say. Cam. Business, my lord? I think, most under

stand Bohemia stays here longer. Leon.

Ha? Cam.

Stays here longer. Leon. Ay, but why? Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leon.

The entreaties of

mistress ?

Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo,
With all the nearest things to my heart, as well
My chamber-councils : wherein, priest-like, thou
Hast cleans’d my bosom ; I from thee departed
Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been
Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd
In that which seems so.

Be it forbid, my lord ! Leon. To bide upon't ;- Thou art not honest: or, If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward ; Which hoxes5 honesty behind, restraining From course requir’d: or else thou must be counted A servant, grafted in my serious trust, , And therein negligent; or else a fool, That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, And tak’st it all for jest. Cam.

My gracious lord, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful;

* Inferiors in rank.

5 To hox is to hamstring.

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