You put me off with limber vows; but I, As potent as a Lord's. Will you go yet? Not like a gueft? fo you fhall pay your fees How fay you? My prifoner? or my gueft? by your dread verily, Pol. Your gueft then, Madam: To be your prifoner, fhould import offending; Than you to punish. Her. Not your goaler then, But your kind hoftefs; come, I'll queftion you Pol. We were, fair Queen, Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, And to be boy eternal. Her. Was not my Lord the verier wag o'th' 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 And our weak fpirits ne'er been higher rear'd With ftronger blood, we fhould have anfwer'd heaven Boldly, not guilty; th' impofition clear'd Hereditary ours. Her. By this we gather You have tript fince. Pol. O my moft facred Lady, Temptations have fince then been born to's; for Her. Oh! Grace to boot! Of Of this make no conclufion, let you fay Leo. Is he won yet? Leo. At my request he would not: Her. Never? Leo. Never, but once. Her. What? have I twice faid well? when was't before? Our praises are our wages. You may ride's What was my firft? it has an elder fifter, Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! Nay, let me have't; I long. Leo. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had fowr'd themselves to death, And clepe thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am yours for ever, Her, This is grace indeed, Why, lo you now; I've spoke to th' purpose twice, Leo, Too hot To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods, B 3 [Afide, And 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 nofe? And yet the steer, Are all call'd neat. [Wipes the boy's face. the heifer, and the calf, Still virginalling [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'ft a rough pafh,and the fhoots that I have, To be full like me. Yet they fay we are Almost as like as eggs; women say fo, That will fay any thing; but were they falfe, As o'er-dy'd blacks, † as winds, as waters; falfe • A leffon upon the horn at the death of the detr. 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 itfelf fade and grow rufty much the fooner. And And that to the infection of my brains, And hardning of my brows. Pol. What means Sicilia? Her. He fomething feems unfettled. 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 fometimes nature will betray its folly! How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, Mam. No, I'll fight. Leo. You will! why, happy man be's dole! My brother, Are you fo fond of your young Prince, as we Do feem to be of ours? Pol. If at home, Sir, He's all my exercife, my mirth, my matter; Offic'd with me: we two will walk, my Lord, And leave you to your graver fteps, Hermione, How thou lov't us, fhew in our brother's welcome: Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap: Next to thy felf, and my young rover, he's Her. If you would feek us, We are yours i' th' garden: fhall's attend you there? Lea Leo. To your own bents difpofe you; you'll be found Be you beneath the fky: I am angling now, Tho' you perceive me not how I give line; [Afide, obferving Her. How the 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. Where 'tis predominant; *many a thousand of's Leo. Why, that's fome comfort, What is Camillo there? Cam, Ay, my good Lord. 3 Leo, Go play, Mamillus-thou'rt an honeft man,, [Exit Mamillus, SCENE III, Camillo; this great Sir will yet ftay longer. Cam. You had much ado to make the anchor hold; • predominant; and 'tis powerful; think it. From eat, weft, north and fouth, be it concluded, No barricado for a belly. Know' It will let in and out the enemy, With bag and baggage; many, & When |