Her. Never?

Leo. Never, but once.

Her. What? have I twice faid well? when was't before? I pr'ythee, tell me : Cram us with praife, and make us As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongueless, Slaughters a thoufand, waiting upon that.

Our praises are our wages: You may ride us

With one foft kiss a thousand furlongs, ere

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With spur we heat an acre-But to the goal;-
My last good deed was, to intreat his stay;
What was my firft? it has an elder sister,

Or I mistake you: O, 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 four'd themselves to death,
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,

And clap thyfelf my love; then didst thou utter,
I am yours for ever.

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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 fome while a friend.

Leo. Too hot, too hot:

[Giving her band to Polixenes.

To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods.

I have "tremor cordis on me :-my heart dances;
But not for joy,-not joy.--This entertainment

[Afide.

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 ftriking hands. clepe-call thyself.

It is Grace, indeed.]-This indulgence of her wish for the stay of Polixenes.

tremor cordis]-a palpitation of the heart.

May

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 bofom 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 fmutch'd thy nofe?

They fay, 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,

[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 pash, and the shoots that

I have,

To be full like me :-yet, they fay, we are

Almost as like as eggs; women say so,

That will fay any thing: But were they false
As 'o'er-dy'd blacks, as winds, as waters; false
As dice are to be wifh'd, by one that fixes

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"The mort o'the deer ;]-A leffon on the horn at his death. my bawcock.]-my brave boy.

Y not neat,]-not horned cattle.

virginalling]-playing, as on a spinnet, with her fingers. aa rough pafh, 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

No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true
To fay, this boy were like me.-Come, fir page,

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Look on me with your welkin-eye: Sweet villain! Moft dear'ft! my collop!-Can thy dam? may't be? Affection! thy intention ftabs the center.

Thou doft make poffible things not fo held,

Communicat'ft with dreams,-How can this be?
With what's unreal thou coactive art,

And fellow'ft nothing: Then, 'tis very credent,
Thou may'st co-join with fomething; and thou doft;
And that beyond commiffion; and I find it,
1
And that to the infection of

And hardning of my brows.

Pol. What means Sicilia?

my brains,

Her. He fomething feems unfettled.
Pol. How? my lord ?-

What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?

Her. You look,

As if you held a brow of much diftraction:

Are

you mov'd, my lord?

Leo. No, in good earneft.

How fometimes 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 faw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,
Left it fhould bite its mafter, and fo prove,
As ornament oft does, too dangerous.

welkin-eye-sky blue.

my collop!]-part of myself. "a collop of my flesh." HENRY VI, Pt. I, A&t V, Sc. 5. Shep.' thy intention ftabs the center.]-when thou art moft intenfe, how oft doft thou receive a mortal ftab?

& credent,]-probable.

commiffion;]-what I allow.

How

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 brother,

Are you so fond of your young prince, as we

Do seem to be of ours?

Pol. If at home, fir,

He's all my exercife, my mirth, my matter:
Now my fworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parafite, my foldier, ftates-man, all:
He makes a July's day fhort as December;
And, with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that would thick
my blood.
Leo. So ftands this fquire

Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord,

And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione,
How thou lov'ft us, fhew 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 feek us,

We are yours i'the garden: Shall's attend you there?
Leo. To your own bents difpofe you: you'll be found,
you beneath the sky :-I am angling now,
Though you perceive me not how I give line;

Be

* This Squash,]

[Afide, obferving Hermione.

66 as a fquash is before 'tis a peafcod." TWELFTH NIGHT, A&t I, Sc. 5. Mal.

Will you take eggs for money?]—If ordered to ftand, will you deliver

without resistance? Will you put up an affront tamely?

happy man be his dole!]-I wish you good luck then. MERRY

WIVES OF WINDSOR, A&t III, Sc. 4. Slen.

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Apparent]-Heir.

Go

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Go to, go to!

How fhe 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 hufband! 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 fo difgrac'd a part, whose iffue

Will hifs 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 prefent,

Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm
That little thinks fhe hath been fluic'd in his abfence,
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, 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; and 'tis powerful, think it,
From eaft, weft, 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 fay.

Leo. Why, that's fome comfort.-
What? Camillo there?

Cam. Ay, my good lord.

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a fork'd one.]-a cuckold.

• 'tis powerful,]-acts powerfully all over the world.

Leo.