Were there necessity in your request, although Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder, Leon. Tongue-ty'd, our Queen? speak you. until You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You, Sir, The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him, 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. Yet of your royal presence [ To POLIXENES.] I'll adventure To borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give him my commission, Prefix'd for his parting: yet, good-deed, Leontes, What lady she her lord. Pol. No, Madam, Her. Nay, but you will? You'll stay? You put me off with limber vows: But I, Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with oaths, Should yet say, Sir, no going., Verily, As 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 fecs, 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. Pol. Your guest then, Madam: To be your prisoner, should import offending; Than you to punish. Her. Not your gaoler then, But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question 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 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 twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i'the sun, And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'd, Hereditary ours. Her. By this we gather, You have tripp'd since. Pol. O my most sacred Lady, Temptations have since then been born to us: for VOL. VI. 7 Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes Her. Grace to boot! Of this make no conclusion; lest you say, Her. He'll stay, my Lord. Leon. At my request, he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st To better purpose. Her. Never? Leon. Never, but once. Her. What? have I twice said well? when was't before? I pr'ythee, tell me : Cram us with praise, and make us As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongue less, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. -- Or 1 mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! But once before I spoke to the purpose: When? Nay, let me have't; I long. Leon. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death, 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. [ Giving her hand to POLIXENES. Leon. Too hot, too hot: [Aside. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, My bosom likes not, nor my brows. Art thou my boy? Mam. Ay, my good Lord. Leon. I'fecks? Mamillius, Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy nose? They say, it's 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, Art thou my calf? Mam. 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, No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true be? may't Affection! thy intention stabs the center: And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent, Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou dost; (And that beyond commission; and I find it,) And that to the infection of my brains, And hardening of my brows. Pol. What means Sicilia? Her. He something seems unsettled. Pol. How, my Lord? What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? As if you held a brow of much distraction: Leon. No, in good earnest. How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Looking on the lines Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil Twenty three years; and saw myself unbreech'd, How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, Will you take eggs for money? Mine honest friend, Mam. No, my Lord, I'll fight. Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole! My brother, |