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' the sun,

And bleat the one at the other: what we changed

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
Hereditary ours.

In those unfledged days was my wife a girl; Your precious self had then not cross'd the

eyes

Of my young play-fellow.

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,

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.

Her. What! have I twice said well?

when was 't before?

I prithee tell me; cram's with praise, and make's

As fat as tame things: one good deed dying

tongueless

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 the 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 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, 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 the purpose twice:

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

Leon.

[aside] Too hot, too hot! To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods. I have tremor cordis on me: my heart dances;

But not for joy; not joy. This entertain

ment

May a free face put on, derive a liberty

From heartiness, from bounty, 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 practised smiles,

As in a looking-glass, and then to sigh, as

't were