To be your prisoner should import offending; Than you to punish. Of Her. Not your gaoler then, But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you Pol. And to be boy eternal. Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two? Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i̇' 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, nor dream'd 4 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 Hereditary ours. Her. By this we gather, O my most sacred lady, You have tripp'd since. Pol. Temptations have since then been born to us: for Of this make no conclusion; lest you say The offences we have made you do we'll answer; Leon. Is he won yet? Her. What! have I twice said well? when was 't before? I prithee, tell me : cram us with praise, and make us Our praises are our wages. You may ride us, 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 twice; The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; The other for some while a friend. Leon. [Giving her hand to POLIXENES. Too hot, too hot! To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. [Aside. But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, Mam. Ay, my good lord. I' fecks! Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy nose ?— [Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. Upon his palm ?7-How now, you wanton calf! Art thou my calf? Yes, if you will, my lord. Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I have, To be full like me :-yet, they say we are Almost as like as eggs; women say so,! That will say anything: but were they false As o'er-dy'd blacks, as wind, as waters; false As dice are to be wish'd by one that fixes No bourn '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 :9 sweet villain! Most dearest! my collop!-Can thy dam ?—may 't be ? Affection! thy intention stabs the centre: 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 mayst co-join with something; and thou dost- And hardening of my brows. Pol. Her. He something seems unsettled. Pol. What means Sicilia ? How, my lord! You look What cheer? how is 't with you, best brother? Her. As if you held a brow of much distraction: Leon. 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 ? 12 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? If at home, sir, Pol. Leon. And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione, 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? you Go to, go to ! Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. [Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and Attendants. Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd one. Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue Will be my knell.-Go, play, boy, play.-There have been, And many a man there is, even at this present, Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, Mam. I am like you, they say. Leon. What! Camillo, there? Cam. Ay, my good lord. Why, that's some comfort. Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou 'rt an honest man. Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. [Exit MAMILLIUS. |