Almost as like as eggs; women say so, That will say any thing: But were they false Thou dost make possible, things not so held, And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent, 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. No, in good earnest.— How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness; and make itself a pastime In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled, How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole!- He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: Leor. And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione, Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's Her. We If you would seek us, 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, Though you perceive me not how I give line. [Aside. Observing Polixenes, and Hermione. How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing husband! Gone already? 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; And many a man there is, even at this present, Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think 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. Leon. What! Camillo there? Why, that's some comfort. Cam. Ay, my good lord. Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man. [Exit Mamillius. Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. 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. Leon. Didst perceive it? They're here with me already; whispering, round ing 13. 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? For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in More than the common blocks:- Not noted, is't, Cam. Business, my lord? I think, most understand Bohemia stays here longer. Leon. Ha? Cam. Leon. Ay, but why? Stays here longer. Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leon. Satisfy The entreaties of your mistress?—satisfy?— 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, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; In every one of these no man is free, But that his negligence, his folly, fear, Amongst the infinite doings of the world, |