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You put me off with limber vows ; but I,
Pol. Your guest then, Madam :
Her. Not your goaler then,
Her. Was not my Lord the verier wag oʻth' two ?
Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i'th' fun, And bleat the one at th’other : what we chang'd, Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing, no nor dream'd That any did : had we pursu'd that life, And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven Boldly, not guilty; th' imposition clear'd Hereditary ours.
Her. By this we gather
Pol. O my most facred Lady,
Her, Oh! Grace to boot !
Of this make no conclusion, left you say
Leo. Is he won yet?
Leo. At my request he would not : .
Her. What? haye I twice faid well? when was't bofoza ?
Leo. Why, that was when
Her, This is grace indeed, .
And well become the Agent; 't may, I grant ;
. Mam. Ay, my good Lord.
Leo. I'fecks! Why, that's my bawcock; what, has't 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 virginaling
Obferving Polixenes and Hermione. Upon his palm-how now, you wanton calf! Art thou my calf?
Mam. Yes, if you will, my Lord.
Leo. Thou want it a rough path, and the shoots that I have, To be full like me. Yet they say we are Almost as like as eggs ; women say fo, That will say any thing; but were they falfe, As o'er-dy'd blacks, † as winds, as waters; false As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes Noborne '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'ft, my collop-can thy dam? may't be? Imagination! thou doft ftab to th'center.' Thou dost make possible, things not to be fo held, Communicat'ft with dreams, (how can this be?) With what's unreal, thou coactive art! "
And fellow'ft nothings. Then 'tis very credent 'Thou may'st co.join with something, and thou doft, And that beyond commiffion; and I find it,
• A lesson upon the fiorn at the demark of the derr.
+ A black lys being used in too great quantity doth not only make the cloth to rot upon which it is put, but the colour itfe if eu fade and grow rusty much the sooner.
And that to the infection of my brains,
Pol. What means Sicilia ?
Pol. How? my Lord ?
Her. You seem to hold a brow of much distraction. Are you not mov'd, my Lord?
Leo. No, in good earneft.
Leo. You will! why, happy man be's dole! My brother,
Pol. If at home, Sir,
Léo. So stands the Squire
Her. If you would seek us,
Leo. To your own bents dispose you; you'll be found Be you beneath the fky: I am angling now, Tho' 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 bę my knell. Go play, boy, play-there have been, Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere gow; 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 sluic'd 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 open'd, As mine, againft 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,
Cam, Ay, my good Lord..
III, Camillo; this great Sir will yet stay longer,
Cam. You had much ado to make the anchor hold;
...-. predominant; and "ris powerful: think it.
Leo. Whake you, they say.