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Her. Never?

Leo. Never but once.

Her. What? have I twice faid well? when was't before?

I pr'ythee tell me; cram's with praife, 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 fpur we heat an acre, but to th' goal *. My last good deed was to intreat his stay; What was my firft? it has an elder fifter, Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! But once before I fpake to th' purpose ? when? Nay, let me hav't; I long.

Leo. Why, that was when

Three crabbed months had fowr'd themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,

And clepe thyself my love; then didst thou utter, "I am your's for ever.

Her. 'Tis grace, indeed.

Why, lo

you now; I've fpoke to th' purpose twice;

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

Leo. 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 entertainment
May a free face put on; derive a liberty
From heartinefs, from bounty, fertile bofom,
And well become the agent : 't may, I grant;
But to be padling palms, and pinching fingers,
As now they are, and making practis'd fmiles,
As in a looking-glafs- -and then to figh, as 'twere
The mort o' th' deert; Oh, that is entertainment
My bofom likes not, nor my brows.Mamillius,
Art thou my boy?

Mam. Ay, my good Lord.

i. e. good ufage will win us to any thing; but, with ill, we ftop fhort, even there where both our intereft and our inclination would otherwife have carried us.

A leffon upon the horn at the death of the deer.


Leo. I'fecks!
Why, that's my bawcock; what? has 't fmutch'd thy
They fay, it's a copy out of mine. Come, Captain,
We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, Captain ;
[Wipes the boy's face.

And yet the fteer, the heifer, and the calf,
Are all call'd neat. Still virginalling

Upon his palm?

Art thou my calf?

[Obferving Polixenes and Hermione.. -How now, you wanton calf!

Mam. Yes, if you will, my Lord.

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

I have,

To be full like me.-Yet they fay, we are
Almost as like as eggs: women fay fo,

That will fay any thing; but they were false,
As o'er-dy'd blacks *, as winds, as waters; falfe
As dice are to be wifh'd, by one that fixes
No bourne 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true
To fay, this boy were like me.
Come, Sir page,
Look on me with your welkin-eye, fweet villain,
Moft dear'ft, my collop-can thy dam-may't be
Imagination! thou doft ftab to th' centre.
Thou doft make poffible things not be so held,
Communicat'ft with dreams- -(how can this be?)
With what's unreal, thou co-active art,

And fellow'ft nothing. Then 'tis very credent,
Thou may'ft co-join with fomething, and thou doft,
And that beyond commiffion; and I find it;

And that to the infection of my brains,

And hard'ning of my brows.

Pol. What means Sicilia?

Her. He fomething feems unfettled.

Pol. How? my Lord?

Leo. What cheer? how is 't with you, beft brother? Her. You look

As if you held a brow of much distraction.

Are not you mov'd, my Lord?

Lea. No, in good earneft.

* A black dye being used in too great quantity, doth not only make the cloth to rot upon which it is put, but the colour it felf to fade and grow rully much the focner.

How fometimes nature will betray its folly!
Its tenderness! and make itself a paftime
To harder bofoms! looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methoughts I did recoil
Twenty-three years, and faw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,
Left it should bite its mafter; and fo prove,
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous:

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

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

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

Are you fo fond of your young prince, as we
Do feem to be of ours?

Pol. If at home, Sir,

He's all my exercife, my mirth, my matter;
Now my fworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parafite, my foldier, ftatesman, all.
He makes a July's day short as December :
And, with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that should thick my blood..
Leo. So ftands this fquire

Offic'd with me: we two will walk, my Lord,
And leave you to your graver fteps. Hermione,
How thou lov'ft us, fhew in our brother's welcome.
Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap.

Next to thyfelf, and my young rover, he's
Apparent to my heart..

Her. If will feek us,


We are your's i' th' garden: fhall's attend you there.? Leo. To your own bents dispose you; you'll be found,.

Be you beneath the fky. I am angling now,

Tho' you perceive me not, how I give line;

Go to, go to.
[Afide, obferving Her..
How fhe holds up the neb! the bill to him!
And arms her with the boldnefs of a wife.

[Exeunt Polix. Her, and attendants: [Manent Leo. Mam, and Cam. To her allowing husband. Gone already,

Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears, a fork'd


Go, play, boy, playthy mother plays, and I
Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whofe iffue
Will hifs me to my grave: contempt and clamour
Will be my knell. Go, play, boy, play-there have

Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now;
And many a man there is, even at this prefent,
Now while I fpeak this, holds his wife by th' arm,
That little thinks fhe has been fluic'd in 's abfence;
And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by
Sir Smile his neighbour : nay, there's comfort in 't,
Whiles other men have gates, and thofe gates open'd,
As mine, against their will. Should all despair
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
Would hang themselves. Phyfice for 't, there is none.
It is a bawdy planet, that will ftrike

Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful: think it *.
Many a thousand of's have the disease, and feel 't not,
How now, boy?

Mam. I am like you, they fay.

Leo. Why, that's fome comfort. What! Camillo there?

Cam. Ay, my good Lord.

Leo. Go play, Mamillius-thou 'rt an honeft man,


[Exit Mamillius.


Camillo, this Great Sir will yet ftay longer.

Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold; When you caft out, it ftill came home.

Leo. Didft note it?

Cam. He would not ftay at your petitions made ; His bufinefs more material.

Leo. Didft perceive it?

-think it.

From eaft, weft, north, and south, be it concluded,

No barricado for a belly. Know 't,

It will let in and out the enemy,

With bag and baggage.

Many a thousand, &c.

They're here with me already; whifp'ring, rounding*; Sicilia is a fo-forth; 'tis far gone,

When I fhall guft it laft. How came 't, Camillo,

That he did ftay?

Cam. At the good Queen's intreaty.

Leo. At the Queen's be 't: good, should be pertinent; But fo it is, it is not. Was this taken

By any understanding pate but thine?

For thy conceit is foaking, will draw in
More than the common blocks; not noted, is 't
But of the finer natures? by fome severals
Of head-piece extraordinary; lower meffes,
Perchance, are to this bufinefs purblind? fay.

Cam. Bufinefs, my Lord? I think most understand Bithynia stays here longer..

Leo. Ha?

Cam. Stays here longer.

Leo. Ay, but why?

Cam. To fatisfy your Highness, and th' intreaties Of our moft gracious miftrefs.

Leo. Satisfy

Th' intreaties of your miftrefs? fatisfy?

Let that fuffice. I've trufted thee, Camillo,
With all the things neareft my heart; as well
My chamber-counfels, wherein, priest like, thou
Haft cleans'd my bofom. I from thee departed
Thy penitent reform'd; but we have been
Deceiv'd in thy integrity; deceiv'd

In that which feems fo.

Cam. Be it forbid, my Lord

Leo. To bide upon 't.- -Thou art not honeft; or If thou inclin'ft that way, thou art a coward, Which hoxes honefty behind, restraining

From courfe requir'd: or elfe thou must be counted A fervant grafted in my serious truft,

And therein negligent; or elfe a fool,

That feeft a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, And tak'ft it all for jeft.

Cam. My gracious Lord,

I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful.

In every one of thefe no man is free,

i. e. rounding in the ear, a phrase in use at that time.

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