But once before I spake to th' purpose? when? Leo. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had four'd themselves to death, And clepe thyfelf my love; then didst thou utter, Her. This is grace, indeed. Why, lo you now; I've spoke to th' purpose twice: The other, for fome while a friend. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. a My bofom likes not, nor my brows - Mamillus, Mam. Ay, my good lord. Leo. I' fecks! [afide. Why, that's my bawcock; what? haft fmutch'd thy nofe? We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain; And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf, [wipes the boy's face. [obferving Polixenes and Hermione, Upon his palm-how now, you wanton calf! A leffon upon the horn at the death of the deer, Mam. 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 say so, That will say any thing: but were they false, And fellow'ft nothings. Then, 'tis very credent, And hard'ning of my brows. Pol. What means Sicilia? Her. He fomething feems unfettled. Pol. How? my lord? What cheer? how is it with you, my beft brother ? . Are you not mov'd, my lord? Leo. No, in good earnest. How fometimes nature will betray its folly! * 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 itself to fade and grow rufty much the fooner. As As ornaments oft do, too dangerous: How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This squash, this gentleman! Mine honest friend, Mam. No, 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, fir, He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter; Leo. So ftands this squire Offic'd with me: we two will walk, my lord, How thou lov'ft us, fhow in our brother's welcome: Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's Apparent to my heart. Her. If you would feek us, We are yours i'th' garden: shall's attend you there? Be you beneath the sky: I am angling now, Though you perceive me not how I give line; [afide, obferving Her. How fhe holds up the neb! the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife [Exe. 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 one. Play too; but fo difgrac'd a part, whofe iffue Will hiss me to my grave: contempt and clamour Will be my knell. Go, play, boy, play-there have been, And many a man there is, even at this present, Where 'tis predominant;* many a thousand of’s Leo. Why, that's fome comfort. What? is Camillo there? Camillo; this great fir will yet stay longer. Cam. You had much ado to make the anchor hold; When you caft out, it ftill came home. Leo. Didft note it? Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made His bufinefs more material. Leo. Didft perceive it? They're here with me already; whisp'ring round, When I fhall guft it laft. How came't, Camillo, --- predominant; and 'tis powerful: think it. From eaft, weft, north, and fouth, be it concluded, No barricado for a belly. Know't, It will let in and out the enemy'. With bag and baggage; many, &. }afide Cam. Cam. At the good queen's entreaty. Leo. At the queen's be't: good fhould be pertinent; By any understanding pate but thine? More than the common blocks: not noted, is't, Of headpiece extraordinary? lower meffes, Cam. Bufinefs, my lord? I think, most understand Leo. Ha? ftays here longer. Ay, but why? Cam. To fatisfy your highness, and th' entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leo. Satisfy Th' entreaties of your mistress? fatisfy? Let that fuffice. I've trufted thee, Camillo, In that which feems fo. Cam. Be it forbid, my lord! Leo. To bide upon't—thou art not honest; or, From course requir'd: or else thou must be counted And therein negligent; or else a fool, That feeft a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, Cam. My gracious lord, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; But that his negligence, his folly, fear, Amongst |