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Never, but once. Her. What! have I twice said well? when

was 't before ?
I prithee tell me ; cram 's with praise, and make's
As fat as tame things: one good deed dying

Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages : you may ride's
With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere
With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal:
My last good deed 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 have't ; I long.

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.

Tis grace indeed.
Why, lo you now, I have spoke to tie purpose

twice :
The one for ever earn'd a royal husband;
The other for some while a friend.

[Aside] Too hot, too hot !
To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.
I have tremor cordis on me: my heart dances;
But not for joy; not joy. This entertainment
May a free face put on, derive a liberty
From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,

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96. heat, run over in a single 110. tremor cordis, 'trembling course or heat.'

of the heart.' 104. clap thyself my love, 113. fertile bosom, expansive plight thyself by clasp of hands. kindness.

And well become the agent ; 't may, I grant ;
But to be paddling palms and pinching fingers,
As now they are, and making practised smiles,
As in a looking-glass, and then to sigh, as 'twere
The mort o' the deer ; O, that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my.brows! Mamillius,
Art thou my boy?

Ay, my good lord.

l' fecks ! 120 Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd

thy nose ?
They say it is 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
Are all call'd neat.—Still virginalling
Upon his palm !-How now, you wanton calf !
Art thou


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,
That will say any thing : but were they false
As o'er-dyed 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 : sweet villain !
118. mort o' the deer, notes with the fingers as

the of the horn, blown to announce virginals or spinnet. the death of the quarry.

128. a rough pash, an uneven 120. l' fecks, a colloquial forehead (i.c. with budding variation for i faith.

horns). 121. bawcock, a term of en

132. o'er-dyed blacks, mourndearment, like chuck,' but always masculine (beau coq).

ing garments made of old faded

stuffs dyed. 125. neat, i.e. (horned) cattle. virginalling, playing 136. welkin, blue.




Most dear'st! my collop! Can thy dam ?-may't

be?Affection! thy intention stabs the centre : Thou dost make possible things not so held, Communicatest with dreams ;-how can this be ?- 140 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 that beyond commission, and I find it, And that to the infection of


brains And hardening of my brows. Pol.

What means Sicilia ?
Her. He something seems unsettled.

How, my lord !
What cheer? how is 't with you, best brother?

You look
As if you held a brow of much distraction :
Are you moved, my lord ?

No, in good earnest
How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methoughts I did recoil


137. Most dear'st! my collop! inmost thoughts of man ('the It was a proverbial saying that centre'); makes him believe • it is a dear collop that is cut things he thought impossible ; out of thy own flesh.'

takes part with and persuades 138. Affection ! thy intention him of the reality of dreams and stabs the centre, etc. Leontes, idle fancies; whence (142) it is momentarily mistrusting his sus. very credible that it may perpicion, as he contemplates his suade him of the reality of things son (May't be?'). suddenly which have a basis in reality, realises the tyranny of emotion even beyond the warrant of that ('affection') over insight; and basis. utters the discovery in brief but 142. credent, credible. obscure ejaculations, the general 154. methoughts; an Elizasense of which is as follows: The bethan form of methought(which intensity ('intention') of .affec also occurs, e.g. five lines below, tion' pierces to and masters the on the analogy of methinks).

Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled,
Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous :
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend, 164
Will you take eggs for money ?

Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.
Leon. You will ! why, happy man be's dole!

My brother,
Are you so fond of your young prince as we
Do seem to be of ours ?

If at home, sir,
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter,
Now my sworn friend and then mine enemy,
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all :
He makes a July's day short as December,
And with his varying childness cures in me
Thoughts that would thick

my blood. Leon.

So stands this squire
Officed with me: we two will walk, my lord,
And leave you to your graver steps.

How thou lovest us, show in our brother's welcome;
Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap :
Next to thyself and my young rover, he's
Apparent to my heart.

If you would seek us,
We are yours i' the garden: shall's attend you



160. squash, unripe peapod. portion to be a 'happy man.

161. Will you take eggs for 170. childness, childish money? A proverb, meaning : humours. • Will you submit to be paid in 171. So stands .

ofic'd, eggs instead of coin ?' 'will you •Such is Mamillius' office with put up with an affront?'

me. 163. happy man be's dole,

177. Apparent, next heir, also a proverb: May it be his 178. shall's, slaall we.


Leon. To your own bents dispose you : you 'll

be found, Be you beneath the sky. [Aside] I am angling

now, Though you perceive me not how I give line. Go to, go to ! How she olds up the neb, the bill to him ! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing husband ! [Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and


Gone already!
Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd

one !
Go, play, boy, play: thy mother plays, and I
Play too, but so disgraced 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 deceived, cuckolds ere now;
And many a man there is, even at this present,
Now while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm,
That little thinks she has been sluiced in 's absence
And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by
Sir Smile, his neighbour : nay, there's comfort in 't
Whiles other men have gates and those gates

As mine, against their will. Should all despair
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
Would hang themselves. Physic for 't there is

It is a bawdy planet, that will strike



183. neb, bill (lips).

chastity (cf. a rhyming planet,

Much Ado, v. 2. 40), whose in201. It is a bawdy planet, etc., fluence makes wives unfaithful Vice is a sort of planet of un wherever it prevails.

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