Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i'the sun, And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'd, Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing, no, 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. Her. By this we gather, You have tripp'd since. Pol. O my most sacred lady, Temptations have since then been born to us: for 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 With any but with us. Leon. Is he won yet? Her. He'll stay, my lord. Leon. At my request, he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st Her. Never? Leon. Never, but once. Her. What have I twice said well? when was't be fore? I pr'ythee, tell me : Cram us with praise, and make us Our praises are our wages: You may What was my first? it has an elder sister, Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! 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. It is Grace, indeed. Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; The other, for some while a friend. twice: [Giving her hand to POLIXENEs. Leon. Too hot, too hot: [Aside. As in a looking-glass;-and then to sigh, as 'twere Mam. Ay, my good lord. Leon. I'fecks? Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy They say, nose? 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 POLIXEN ES and HERMIONE. Upon his palm?-How now, you wanton calf? Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I have, To be full like me :-yet, they say, we are Thou dost make possible, things not so held, Communicat'st with dreams;-(How can this be?)With what's unreal thou coactive 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. What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? As if you held a brow of much distraction: Leon. No, in good earnest. How sometimes nature will betray its folly, 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!-My brother, Are you so fond of your young prince, as we Do seem to be of ours? Pol. 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; Leon. So stands this squire Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord, Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's Her. If you would seek us, We are yours i'the garden: Shall's attend you there! [Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing husband! Gone already; Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears a fork'd one.- Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour 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 has been sluic'd in his absence, And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by |