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Her. Never ?
Leo. Never, but once.
Her. What? have I twice said well? when was't before?
I pr’ythee, tell me: Cram us with praise, and make us
As far as tame things: One good deed, dying tongueless,
Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages : You may ride us
With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs, ere
With spur' we heat an acre-But to the goal ;
My last good deed was, to intreat 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.
Leo. 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. 'It is Grace, indeed,
Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice:
The one for ever earn'd a royal husband ;
The other, for some while a friend.
[Giving ber band to Polixenes. Leo. Too hot, too hot:
[Aside, To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. I have " tremor cordis on me :-my heart dances; But not for joy,—not joy.--This entertainment
I we heat an acre— But to the goal;]-run the space of, over-run it. -But to come to the point I was aiming at.
* And clap thyself my love ; ]-And declare, by clapping thy palm to mine, by striking hands. clepe-call thyself.
" It is Grace, indeed.]--This indulgence of her wilh for the stay of Polixenes.
" tremor cordis)—a palpitation of the heart.
May a free face put on; derive a liberty
From heartiness, from bounty's fertile bofom,
And well become the agent : it 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’the deer; oh, that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows.---Mamillius,
Art thou my boy?
Mam. Ay, my good lord.
Leo. I'fecks ?
Why, that's *my bawcock. What, haft smutch'd thy
They say, it's 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
[Observing 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'st a 4 rough pash, and the shoots that
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 bo'er-dy'd blacks, as winds, as waters; false
As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes
w The mort o’the deer ;]—A lesson on the horn at his death.
* my bawcock.]—my brave boy.
y not neat,]-not horned cattle.
z virginalling ]-playing, as on a spinnet, with her fingers.
a a rough pash, and the shoots]—a rough pate, like a bull calf, and the horns.
As o'er-dy'd blacks, ]-dy'd too much, and thereby rotted, and made rusty. that fixes no bourn 'twixt his and mine ; ]-that plays the deepest.
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!
Most dear'st! my collop !-Can thy dam? may't be?
Affection ! 'thy intention stabs the center.
Thou dost make possible things not so held,
- Communicat’st with dreams,—How can this be?
With what's unreal thou coactive art,
And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very • credent,
Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou dost;
And that beyond commission, and I find it,
And that to the infection of my brains,
And hardning of my brows.
Pol. What means Sicilia ?
Her. He something seems unsettled. .
Pol. How? my lord ?
What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?
Her. You look,
As if you held a brow of much distraction:
Are you 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 bosoms !-looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil
Twenty three years; and saw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,
Left it should bite its master, and so prove,
As ornament oft does, too dangerous.
welkin-eye :]—sky blue.
• my collop ! ]-part of myself. “a collop of my flejh."
Henry VI, Pt. I, A& V, Sc. 5. Shep.' thy intention ftabs the center. ]—when thou art most intense, how oft dost thou receive a mortal ftab? 8 credent,]-probable. A commission ;]—what I allow.
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
'This squash, this gentleman:-Mine honest friend,
Will you take eggs for money?
Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.
Leo. You will? why, 'happy man be his dole !—My
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 :
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parasite, my soldier, states-man, all :
He makes a July's day short as December;
And, with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.
Leo. So stands this squire
Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord,
And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione,
How chou lov'st us, thew 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'the garden : Shall's attend you there?
Leo. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found,
Be you beneath the sky :- I am angling now,
Though you perceive me not how I give line;
[Afide, observing Hermione.
i This squaß,] " as a Squash is before 'tis a peascod.”
Twelfth Night, A& I, Sc. 5. Mal. k Will you take eggs for money?]-If ordered to stand, will you deliver without resistance? Will you put up an affront tamely?
I happy man be his dole !]- I wish you good luck then. MERRY Wives of WINDSOR, AC III, Sc. 4. Slen.
Go to, go to !
How she holds up the neb, the bill to him !
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
[Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants.
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
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 the arm
That little thinks she hath been Nuic'd in his 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's there is none;
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike
Where ’ris predominant; and o'tis powerful, think it,
From east, west, north, and south : Be it concluded,
No barricado for a belly ; know it ;
It will let in and out the enemy,
With bag and baggage : many a thousand of us
Have the disease, and feel't not.-How now, boy?
Mam. I am like you, they say.
Leo. Why, that's some comfort. What ? Camillo there?
Cam. Ay, my good lord.
A a fork'd one. ]—a cuckold.
• 'tis powerful,]-acts powerfully all over the world.