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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 dignities and royal necessities made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attorneyed with interchange 30 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 un-
speakable comfort of your young prince Mamil-
lius : 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 he had one.

[Exeunt. 26. which, as.

38. of, in. 33. vast, boundless sea (or 40. note, knowledge. sea of which the bounds are 43. the subject, (collective) the invisible).

king's subjects.

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SCENE II. A room of state in the same.

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Enter LEONTES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS,

POLIXENES, CAMILLO, and Attendants.
Pol. Nine changes of the watery star hath

been
The shepherd's note since we have left our throne
Without a burthen : time as long again
Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks;
And yet we should, for perpetuity,
Go hence in debt : and therefore, like a cipher,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply
With one ‘We thank you' many thousands moe
That go before it.
Leon.

Stay your thanks a while;
And
pay

them when you part. Pol.

Sir, that's to-morrow.
I am question’d by my fears, of what may chance
Or breed upon our absence; that may blow
No sneaping winds at home, to make us say
“This is put forth too truly :' besides, I have

stay'd
To tire your royalty.
Leon.

We are tougher, brother,
Than you can put us to 't.
Pol.

No longer stay.
Leon. One seven-night longer.
Pol.

Very sooth, to-morrow. 2. note, observation, reckon equivalent . wish that they may ing.

not, —that no sneaping winds, 12. that may blow, etc. This sentence is somewhat loosely de 13. sneaping, nipping. pendent upon the previous one, 14. • This is put forth too -'fears of what may chance' truly,' this foreboding is too being mentally replaced by the well justified.

etc.

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Leon. We'll part the time between 's then;

and in that I'll no gainsaying. Pol.

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
To 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.
Yet of your royal presence I 'll adventure
The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
You take my lord, I'll give him my commission
To let him there a month behind the gest
18. 's, us.

41. gest (Fr. gite, 'lodging '), 33. ward, posture (in fencing). an appointed stage or resting

place in a royal progress; hence 40. commission, warrant. the time appointed for resuming 41. To let him, to permit bim

the journey to remain.

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40

39. at, in.

Prefix'd for 's parting: yet, good deed, Leontes,
I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind
What lady-she her lord.

You 'll stay?
Pol.

No, madam. Her. Nay, but you will ? Pol.

I may not, verily. Her. Verily! 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, You shall not go : a lady's 'Verily’’s 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.
Pol.

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. 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

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42. good deed, in verity.

47. limber, pliant. 43. jar, tick.

53. pay your fees, the fees 44.

What lady - she, any paid by prisoners on their libera. woman of rank.

tion from prison.

The verier wag o’ the two ?

Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i'

the sun,

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And bleat the one at the other : what we changed
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
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd

heaven
Boldly 'not guilty;' the imposition clear'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's; for
In those unfledged days was my wife a girl ;
Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes
Of my young play-fellow.
Her.

Grace to boot !
Of this make no conclusion, lest you say
Your queen and I are devils : yet go on;
The offences we have made you do we 'll answer,
If you first sinn'd with us and that with us
You did continue fault and that you slipp'd not
With any but with us.
Leon.

Is he won yet?
Her. He'll stay, my lord.
Leon.

At my request he would not.
Hermione, my dearest, thou never spokest
To better purpose.
Her.

Never ?

70. no, nor dream'd; so F1-4. 74. the imposition clear'd Nor dream'd, Fy, making a line hereditary ours, setting aside the which, however it be scanned, 'original sin' we inherit as men. Shakespeare cannot have written. 76. sacred, royal. 73. blood, passions.

80. Grace to boot, Grace aid us!