The shepherd's note since we have left our I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind We are tougher, brother, Than you can put us to❜t. I'll no gainsaying. 20 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 Do even drag me homeward; which to hinder 24 Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you. Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until 28 You had drawn oaths from him not to stay. You, sir, Charge him too coldly: tell him, you are sure Leon. But let him say so then, and let him go; The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees When you depart, and save your thanks. say you? 48 52 How My prisoner, or my guest? by your dread 'verily,' One of them you shall be. Her. ΟΙ 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, 64 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' the sun, And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'd 68 Was innocence for innocence; we knew not Boldly, 'not guilty;' the imposition clear`d sc Her. Grace to boot! Of this make no conclusion, lest you say Your queen and I are devils; yet, go on: The offences we have made you do we 'll answer As fat as tame things: one good deed, dying tongueless, 92 Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. But once before I spoke to the purpose: when? 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, 'Tis grace indeed. 104 'I am yours for ever.' The one for ever earn'd a royal husband, 108 [Giving her hand to POLIXENES. The mort o' the deer; O! that is entertainment Mam. They say it is a copy out of mine. Come, captain, 125 We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain: Mam. To be full like me: yet they say we are Affection! thy intention stabs the centre: And that beyond commission, and I find it, You look Leon. No, in good earnest. How sometimes nature will betray its folly, 152 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, 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, 161 Will you take eggs for money? Are you so fond of your young prince as we 164 Pol. 168 Now my sworn friend and then mine enemy; come: Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap: Why, that's some comfort. 208 What! Camillo there? Cam. Ay, my good lord. man. Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest [Exit MAMILLIUS. Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. 212 Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold: Next to thyself and my young rover, he's 176 When you cast out, it still came home. If you would seek us, Her. We are yours i' the garden: shall's attend you there? Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found, Be you beneath the sky.—[Aside.] I am angling now, Though you perceive me not how I give line. 180 Go play, boy, play; thy mother plays, and I Play too, but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue 188 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 his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in 't, 196 Whiles other men have gates, and those gates open'd, As mine, against their will. Should all despair That have revolted wives the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves. Physic for't there is Leon. His business more material. Didst perceive it? 216 [Aside.] 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. 220 Leon. At the queen's, be't: 'good' should be pertinent; 224 But so it is, it is not. Was this taken Bohemia stays here longer. Cam. Leon. Ay, but why? Ha! Stays here longer. Cam. To satisfy your highness and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leon. 232 Satisfy! The entreaties of your mistress! satisfy! 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. Cam. 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 hoxes honesty behind, restraining From course requir'd; or else thou must b counted A servant grafted in my serious trust, 240 24 It is; you lie, you lie: my I say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave, Or else a hovering temporizer, that 256 Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, Inclining to them both: were my wife's liver 304 Infected as her life, she would not live 260 I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, 264 268 Is thicker than a cuckold's horn,—or heard,- To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,—then say 276 My wife's a hobby-horse; deserves a name That would unseen be wicked? is this nothing? Why, then the world and all that's in 't is nothing; 293 The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; |