Pol. How, my lord? What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? Her. You look, As if you held a brow of much distraction: Leon. 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: Leon. So stands this squire Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord, And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione, Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's Her. * Pea-cod. If you would seek us, Will you be cajoled? May his share of life be a happy one! § Heir apparent, next claimant. 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 :-I am angling now, [Aside. Observing Polixenes and Hermione. one [Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants. 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; Sir Smile, his neighbour : nay, there's comfort in't, 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. Physick for't there is none; It is a bawdy planet, that will strike Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, From east, west, north, and south: Be it concluded, No barricado for a belly; know it; It will let in and out the enemy, With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us Have the disease, and feel't not.-How now, boy? Mam. I am like you, they say. * Mouth. + Approving. A horned one, a cuckold. Leon. Why, that's some comfort. What! Camillo there? Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest [Exit Mamillius. Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. man. Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold: When you cast out, it still came home. Leon. Didst note it? Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made His business more material. Didst perceive it? Leon. They're here with me already; whispering, round ing*, 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. Leon. At the queen's, be't: good, should be pertinent; But so it is, it is not. Was this taken By any understanding pate but thine? Bohemia stays here longer. Leon. Cam. Leon. Ay, but why? Ha? Stays here longer. Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leon. Satisfy The entreaties of your mistress ?-satisfy?— To round in the ear was to sell secretly. Inferiors in rank. + Taste. 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 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, It was my folly; if industriously I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, 'Tis none of mine. Leon. Have not you seen, Camillo, (But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn); or heard (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour Cannot be mute), or thought (for cogitation Resides not in that man, that does not think it), To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, Leon. With the pin and web*, but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked? is this nothing? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing: The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing. Cam. Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes; For 'tis most dangerous. Leon. Good my lord, be cur'd Say, it be; 'tis true. It is; you lie, you lie: Cam. No, no, my lord. Leon. Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, *Disorders of the eye. |