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Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS. Arch. IR
ou shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia.
Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him.
Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, we will be justified in our loves : for, indeed,
Cam. 'Beseech you,
Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge : we cannot with such magnificence-in so rareI know not what to say.- -We will give you sleepy drinks; that your senses, unintelligent of our insulticience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little
Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's given freely.
Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.
Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature diguities, and royal necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attornied, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves !
Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note.
Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh: they, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him a man.
Arch. Would they else be content to die?
Cam. Yes ; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.
Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till be had one.
[Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. A Room of State in the Palace. Enter Leontes, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMil
LIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.
And yet we should, for perpetuity,
Stay your thanks awhile;
them when you part. Pol.
Sir, that's to-morrow.
We are tougher, brother,
No longer stay.
Very sooth, to-morrow.
Press me not, 'beseech you, so; There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'the world, So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now, Were there necessity in your request, although "Twere needful I denied it. My affairs Do even drag me homeward : which to hinder, Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay, Το
you a charge, and trouble: to save both, Farewell, our brother. Leon.
Tongue-tied, our queen ? speak you. Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace, until You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You, sir, Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure, All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him, He's beat from his best ward. Leon.
Well said, Hermione. Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong: But let him say so then, and let him go; But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,
We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.-
I may not, verily. Her. Verily! You put me off with limber vows: But I, Though you would seek to ansphere the stars with oaths, Should yet say, Sir, no going: Verily, You shall 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 guest; so you shall pay your fees, When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you? My prisoner or my guest by your dread verily, One of them you shall be.
Your guest, then, madam : To be your prisoner, should import offending; Which is for me less easy to commit, Than you to punish. Her.
Not your gaoler then, But your
· kind hostess. Coine, I'll question you Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys; You were pretty lordings then. Pol.
queen, Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal.
Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o'the two?
Pol. We were as twivn’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
By this we gather,
O my most sacred lady,
Grace to boot!
Is he won yet?
At my request, he would not,
Never, but once. Her. What? have Itwice said well? when was't before? I proythee, tell me: Cram us with praise, and make us As fat as tame things : One good deed, dying tongueless, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages: You may ride us, With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal ;My last good was, to entreat his stay; What was my first? it has an elder sister, Or I mistake you: 0, would her name were Grace! But once before I spoke to the purpose. When? Nay, let me hav't; I long. Leon.
Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,