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But once before I spake to th' purpose ? when?
Nay, let me have't; I long.
Leo. Why, that was when
Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death,
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,
And clepe thyself my love; then didft thou utter,
I am yours for ever.
Her. This is grace, indeed.
Why, lo you now; I've spoke to th' purpose twice:
The one for ever earn'd a royal husband;
The other, for some while a friend.
Leo. 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's fertile bosom;
And well become the agent: 't may, I grant;
But to be padling palms, and pinching fingers,
As now they are, and making practis'd smiles,
As in a looking-glass — and then to figh, as ’twere
The mort o’th' deer; o, that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows — Mamillus,
Art thou my boy?
Mam. Ay, my good lord.
Leo. I' fecks!
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;
(wipes the boy's face.
And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf,
Are all call’d neat. Still virginalling
[observing Polixenes and Hermione. Upon his palm - how now, you wanton calf ! Art thou my calf ? * A lesson upon the horn at the death of the deer,
Mam. Yes, if
you will, my lord.
Leo. 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-dy'd blacks, as winds, 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 is like me. Come, sir page,
Look on me with your welking eye, sweet villain.
Most dear'st, my collop - can thy dam? may't be?
Imagination! thou dost stab to th' centre.
Thou dost make possible, things not to be so held,
Communicat'st with dreams, (how can this be?)
With what's unreal, thou coactive art !
And fellow'st nothings. Then, 'tis very credent,
Thou may’st cojoin with something; and thou dost;
And that beyond commission; and I find it;
And that to the infection of my brains,
And hard’ning of my brows.
Pol. What means Sicilia ?
Her. He something seems unsettled.
Pol. How? my lord ?
What cheer? how is it with you, my best brother ?
Her. You seem to hold a brow of much distraction.
Are you not mov’d, my lord ?
Leo. No, in good earnest.
How sometimes nature will betray its folly!
Its tenderness! and make itself a pastime
To harder bofoms ! Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil
Twenty three years, and saw myself unbreech'd,
my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled, Left it Thould bite it’s master, and so prove,
* A black dye being used in too great quantity doth not only make the cloth to rot upon which it is put, but the colour itself to fade and grow rusty much the sooner.
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous :
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
This squash, this gentleman! Mine honest friend,
take eggs for money?
Mam. No, I'll fight.
Leo. You will! why, happy man be’s dole! My brother,
so fond of your young prince, as we Do seem to be of ours ?
Pol. If at home, fir,
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 childishness, cures in me
Thoughts that should thick
Leo. So stands this squire
Offic'd with me: we two will walk, my lord,
And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione,
How thou lov’st 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.
Her. If you would seek us,
We are yours i'th'garden : shall's attend you there?
Leo. To your own bents dispose you; you'll be found,
beneath the sky: I am angling now, Though you perceive me not how I give line; Go to, go to!
[afide, observing Her.
How she holds up the neb! the bill to him!
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
[Exe. Polix. Her. and Attendants. Manent Leo. Mam. and Cam.
To her allowing husband. 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 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,
Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by th’arm,
That little thinks she has been fluic'd in's absence,
And his pond filh'd by his next neighbour, by
Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't,
Whiles other men have gates, and those gates open’d,
As mine, against their will. Should all despair
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
Would hang themselves. Physick for't there is none:
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike
Where 'tis predominant;' many a thousand of's
Have the disease, and feel't not. How now, boy?
Mam. I am like you, they say.
Leo. Why, that's some comfort.
What? is Camillo there?
Cam. Ay, my good ford.
Leo. Go, play, Mamillus – Thou’rt an honest man,
[Exit Mamillus. SCENE III. Camillo; this great fir will yet stay longer.
Cam. You had much ado to make the anchor hold; When you cast out, it still came home.
Leo. Didst note it?
Cam. He would not stay at your petitions ; made
His business. more material.
Leo.. Didst perceive it?'
They're here with me already; whisp’ring round,
Sicilia is a - so forth : 'tis far gone,
} afide. When I shall gust it last. How came’t, Camillo, That he did stay?
---- predominant; and 'tis powerful: think it.
From eaft, weft, north, and south, be it concluded,
No barricado for a belly. Know't,
It will let in and out the enemy,
With bag and baggage; many, E.
Cam. At the good queen's entreaty.
Leo. 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,
But of the finer natures ? by some severals
Of headpiece extraordinary? lower messes,
Perchance, are to this business purblind? say.
Cam. Business, my lord ? I think, most understand
Bithynia stays here longer.
Leo. Ha? stays here longer. Ay, but why?
Cam. To satisfy your highness, and th'entreaties
Of our most gracious mistress.
Th’entreaties of your mistress ? satisfy ?
Let that suffice. I've trusted thee, Camillo,
With all the things nearest my heart, with all
My chamber-councils, wherein, priest like, thou
Haft cleans’d my bosom; I from thee departed
Thy penitent reform’d: but we have been
Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd
In that which seems fo.
Cam. Be it forbid, my lord !
Leo. To bide upon't — thou art not honeft; or,
If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward,
Which hockles 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,