Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. - Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! Leon. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death, And clap* thyself my love; then didst thou utter, Her. It is Grace, indeed.— Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice: The other, for some while a friend. Leon. Too hot, too hot: [Giving her hand to POLIXENES. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. Mam. Ay, my good lord. Leon. I' fecks ?S [Aside. Why that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy nose ?- 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¶ [Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. Upon his palm ?-How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf? Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord. ** Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoot's that I have* To be full like me :-yet, they say, we are Almost as like as eggs; women say so, That will say anything: But were they false As o'er-dyed blacks, as wind, as waters; false *By joining hands. + Trembling of the heart. The tune played at the death of the deer. By my faith. Beau and coq. I. e. playing with her fingers as on a spinnet. **Thou wantest a rough head, and the budding horns that I have. tt I. e. stuffs. As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes No bourn* 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true Look on me with your welkint eye: Sweet villain! Most dear'st! my collop!-Can thy dam ?-may't be?— Thou dost make possible, things not so held; And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent And hardening of my brows. Pol. What means Sicilia ? Her. He something seems unsettled. 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, As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This quash, this gentleman :-Mine honest friend, Will you take eggs for money ?** Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole !tt-My brother, Are you so fond of your young prince, as we Do seem to be of ours? Pol. If at home, Sir, He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: Office'd with me: We two will walk, my lord, How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's welcome; Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's Apparent to my heart. Her. If you would seek us, We are yours i' the garden: Shall's attend you there? Though you perceive me not how I give line. Go to, go to! [Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. How she holds up the neb,t the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowingt husband! Gone already; Inch thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears a fork'd one.§[Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and Attendants. Go, play, boy, play;-thy mother plays, and I Play too; but so disgraced a part, whose issue Will be my knell.-Go, play, boy, play; There have been, 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 Leon. Why that's some comfort.— What! Camillo there? Cam. Ay, my good lord. Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man. Camillo, this great Sir will yet stay longer. [Exit MAMILLIUS. 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 ?— * Next heir. + Mouth. § A horned one, a cuckold. They're here with me already; whispering, rounding,* When I shall gust† it last.-How came't, Camillo, 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? More than the common blocks:-Not noted is't, Leon. Ha? Cam. Stays here longer. Leon. Ay, but why? Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leon. Satisfy The entreaties of your mistress ?- -satisfy ?- 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 required: 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, 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, Sometime puts forth; in your affairs, my lord, It was my folly; if industriously I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, *To round in the ear, was to tell secretly. Inferiors in rank. § Hamstring. +Taste. Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear "Tis none of mine. Leon. Have you not seen, Camillo (But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn); or heard (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour Cannot be mute), or thought (for cogitation To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought), then say Leon. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? Cam. Good, my lord, be cured Of this diseased opinion, and betimes; For 'tis most dangerous. Leon. Say, it be; 'tis true. Cam. No, no, my lord. Leon. It is; you lie, you lie: I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave: Or else a hovering temporizer, that Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, The running of one glass.† * Disorders of the eye. + Hour-glass. |