Her. Verily?

You put me off with limber Vows; but I,

Tho' you would feek t'unfphere the Stars with Oaths,
Should yet fay, Sir, no going: Verily

You fhall not go; a Lady's verily is

As potent as a Lord's. Will you go yet?

Force me to keep you as a Prisoner,

Not like a Gueft? So you fhall pay your Fees

When you depart, and fave your Thanks. How fay you?
My Prifoner? or my Gueft? by your dread verily,
One of them you fhall be.

Pol. Your Guest then, Madam :

To be your Prifoner, fhould import offending;
Which is for me lefs eafie to commit,

Than you to punish.

Her. Not your Goaler then,

But your kind Hoftefs; come, I'll queftion 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 fuch a day to morrow, as to day,

And to be Boy eternal.

Her. Was not my Lord

The verier Wag o'th' two?

Pol. We were as twin'd Lambs, that did frisk i'th' Sun, And bleat the one at th'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 purfu'd that Life,
And our weak Spirits ne'er been higher rear'd

With stronger Blood, we fhould have anfwer'd Heav'n
Boldly, Not Guilty; the Impofition clear'd,
Hereditary ours.

Her. By this we gather

You have tript fince.

Pol. O my moft facred Lady,

Temptations have fince then been born to's; for
In thofe unfledg'd days, was my Wife a Girl;
Your precious felf had then not crofs'd the Eyes
Of my young Play-fellow.

Her.

Her. Grace to boot:

Of this make no Conclufion, left you say
Your Queen and I are Devils. Yet go on,
Th' Offences we have made you do, we'll anfwer,
If you firft finn'd with us, and that with us
You did continue Fault; and that you flipt not
With any but with us.

Leo. Is he won yet?
Her. He'll ftay, my Lord.

Leo. At my Requeft he would not:
Hermione, my deareft, thou never spok❜ft
To better Purpose.

Her. Never?

Leo. Never, but once.

Her. What? have I twice faid well? When was't before?
I prethee 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 foft Kiss a thousand Furlongs, e'er
With Spur we heat an Acre. But to th'Goal:
My laft good Deed was to intreat his ftay;
What was my firft? It has an elder Sifter,
Or I mistake you: O, would her Name were Grace,
But once before I fpake to th' purpose? when?
Nay, let me have't; I long.

Leo. Why, that was when

Three crabbed Months had fowr'd themselves to Death, E'er I could make thee open thy white hand,

And clap thy felf, my Love; then didst thou utter,

I am your's for ever.

Her. 'Tis Grace indeed.

Why lo-you now; I have 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 memy Heart dances,

But not for Joy-not Joy

[Afide.

This Entertainment

May a free Face put on; derives a Liberty
From Heartiness, from Bounty, fertile Bofom,

And

And we'll become the Agent; 't may, I grant;
But to be padling Palms, and pinching Fingers,
As now they are, and making practis'd Smiles
As in a Looking-Glafs

and then to figh, as 'twere
The Mort o'th' Deer; oh, that is Entertainment
My Bofom likes not, nor my Brows-Mamillius,
Art thou my Boy?

Mam. Ay, my good Lord.

Leo. I fecks!

Why that's my Bawcock; what? has't fmutch'd thy Noft They fay it is 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 [Obferving Po

lixenes and Hermione.

Upon his Palm-How now, you wanton Calf!

Art thou my Calf?

Mam. Yes, if you will, my Lord.

Chave

Leo. Thou want'ft a rough Pash, and the Shoots that I Yet they fay we are

To be full, like me.

Almost as like as Eggs; Women fay fo,
That will fay any thing; but were they false,
As o'er-dy'd Blacks, as Wind, as Waters; falfe
As Dice are to be wifh'd, by one that fixes
No born 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true,
To say this Boy were like me. Come, Sir Page,
Look on me with your welkin Eye, fweet Villain.
Moft deareft, my Collop- Can thy Dam? may'c be
Imagination! thou doft ftab to th' Center.
Thou doft make poffible things not be fo held,
Communicat'ft with Dreams-how can this be?
With what's unreal, thou coactive art,

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

And that to the Infection of my Brains,

And hardning of my Brows.

Pol. What means Sicilia?

Her. He fomething feems unfetled.

Pol. How? my Lord?

Leo. What cheer? how is it with you, my best Brother?

Her.

Her. You look as if you held a brow of much diftraction

Are you mov'd, my Lord?

Leo. No, in good earneft.

How fometimes Nature will betray its Folly!
It's Tendernefs! and make it felf a Paftime
To harder Bofoms! Looking on the Lines
Of my Boy's Face, methoughts I did recoil
Twenty three Years, and faw my felf unbreech'd,
In my green Velvet Coat; my Dagger muzzel'd,
Left it fhould bite its Mafter, and so prove,
As Ornaments oft do, too dangerous;

How like, methought, I then was to this Kernel,
This Squafh, this Gentleman. Mine honest Friend,
Will you take Eggs for Mony?

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?

Pel. If at home, Sir,

He's all Exercise, my Mirth, my Matter;
Now my fworn Friend, and then mine Enemy;
My Parafite, my Soldier, States-man, all;
He makes a July's day, fhort as December,
And with his varying Childness, cures in me
Thoughts, that should thick my Blood.
Leo. So ftands this Squire

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 thy felf, and my young Rover, he's
Apparent to my Heart.

Her. If you would feek us,

We are yours i'th' Garden: fhall's attend you there?

Leo. To your own bents difpofe you; you'd be found, Be you beneath the Sky: I am angling now,

Tho' you perceive me not how I give Line,

Go to, go to.

[Afide, obferving Her. How the holds up the Neb! the Bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a Wife

[Exeunt Polix. Her. and Attendants. Manent Leo. Mam. and Cam.

Το

To her allowing Husband. Gone already!

Inch thick, Knee deep; o'er Head and Ears a fork'd one.
Go play, Boy, play- Thy Mother plays, and I
Play too; but fo difgrac'd a part, whofe Iffue
Will hifs me to my Grave: Contempt and Clamour
Will be my Knell. Go play, Boy, play-There have bee
Or I am much deceiv'd, Cuckolds e'er 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 he has been fluic'd in his 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. Phyfick for't, there's none:
It is a bawdy Planet, that will strike

Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful: 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 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:

Camillo, this great Sir will yet ftay longer.

[Exit Mamillius.

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 stay at your Petitions, made His bufinefs more material.

Leo. Didft perceive it?

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

When I fhall guft it laft. How came't, Camillo,
That he did stay?

Cam