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With one we-thank-you, many thousands more Pol.
We were, fair queen, That go before it.
Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, Leon. Stay your thanks awhile; But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And pay them when voa part.
And to be boy eternal. Poi.
Sir, that's to morrow. Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two ? I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance, Pol. We were as twinn'd lamps, that did frisk i Or breed upon our absence: That may blow
the sun, No sneaping winds at home, to make us say, And bleat the one at the other: What we chang'd This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd Was innocence for innocence; we knew not To tire your royalty.
The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd Leon.
We are tougher, brother, That any did : Had we pursued that life,
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd Leon. One seven-night longer.
Very sooth, to-morrow. Boldly, Nut Guilty; the imposition clear'd, Leon. We'll part the time between's then : and Hereditary ours. in that
Ry this we gather,
You have tripp'd since.
O my most sacred lady There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the Temptations have since then been born to us; fc world,
In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl ; So soon as yours, could win me: 80 it should now, Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes Were there necessity in your request, although Of my young play-fellow. 'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs
Grace to boot ?
The offences we have made you do, we'll answer; Farewell, our brother.
If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen ? speak you. You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace, With any but with us. until
Is he won yet?
At my request, he would not All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction
Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok’st The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him,
To better purpose. He's beat from his best ward.
Well said, Hermione.
Never, but once. Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong:
Her. What ? have I twice said well? when was't But let him say so then, and let him go;
before ? But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,
I pr’ythee, tell me: Cram us with praise, and make We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.Yet of your royal presence (to POLIXENES.] I'll ad- As fat as tame things : One good deed, dying tongueventure
less, The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. You take my lord, I'll give him my commission, Our praises are our wages: You may ride us, To let him there a month, behind the gest
With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere Prefix'd for his parting: yet, good deed, Leontes, With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal;I love thee nut a jar o'the clock behind
My last good was, to entreat his stay; What lady she her lord.—You'll stay ?
What was my first ? it has an elder sister, Pol.
No, madam. OrI mistatake you: 0, would her name were Grace ! Her. Nay, but you will ?
But once before I spoke to the purpose: When ? Pol.
I may not verily. Nay, let me hav't; I long. Her. Verily!
Why, that was wher You put me off with limber vows: But I,
Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death. Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with Ere I could make thee open thy white band, oaths,
And clap thyself my love ; then didst thou utter, Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily,
I am yours for ever. You shall not go; a lady's verily is
It is Grace, indeed. As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet ?
Why, lo you now I have spoke to the purpose Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
(Giving her hand 10 POLIXENES, One of them you shall be.
Too hot, too hot : (Aside Pol.
Your guest then, madam; To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. To be your prisoner, should import offending; I have tremor cordis on me :--my heart dances ; Which is for me less easy to commit,
But not for joy, not joy. This entertainment Than you to punish.
May a free face put on; derive a liberty Her.
Not your gaoler then, From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you And well become the agent: it may, I grant: Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were bwys; But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, You were pretty lordlings then.
As now they are; and making practis'd smiles,
As in a looking-glass; -and then to sigh, as 'twere Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's
If you would seek us, Art thou my boy?
We are yours i’ the garden : Shall's attend you there? Mam. Ay, my good lord.
Leon. To your own bents dispose you : you'll be Leon.
found, Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd Be you beneath the sky :- I am angling now, thy nose ?
Though you perceive me not how I give line. They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, Go to, go to ! We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain : [Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf, How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! Are all call'd neat.-Still virginalling
And arms her with the boldness of a wife [Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. To her allowing husband ! Gone already ; Upon his palm ?-How now, you wanton calf ? Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd Art thou my calf ?
[Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord.
and Attendants. Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots Go play, boy, play ;-thy mother plays, and I that I have,
Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue To be full like me :-yet, they say we are
Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
Will be my knell.-Go play, boy, play :-There That will say any thing : But were they false
have been, As o'er-died blacks, as wind, as waters; false Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; As dice are to be wish’d, by one that fixes
And many a man there is, even at this present, No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm, To say this boy were like me.—Come, sir page, That little thinks she has been sluic'd in his absence, Look on me with your welkin eye : Sweet villain ! And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by Most dear'st! my collop !-Can thy dam ?—may't be ? Sir Smile, his neighbour : nay, there's comfort in't, Affection ! thy intention stabs the centre :
Whiles other men have gates; and those gates Thou dost make possible, things not so held,
open'd, Communicat’st with dreams ;- (How can this be ?) As mine, against their will : Should all despair, With what's unreal thou coactive art,
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind And fellow'st nothing : Then, 'tis very credent, Would hang themselves. Physie for't there is none; Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou dost ; It is a bawdy planet, that will strike (And that beyond commission; and I find it) Where'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, And that to the infection of my brains,
From east, west, north, and south: Be it concluded, And hardening of my brows.
No barricado for a belly ; know it; Pol.
What means Sicilia ? It will let in and out the enemy, Her He something seems unsettled.
With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us Pol.
How, my lord ? Have the disease, and feel't not.—How now boy? What cheer? how is't with you, best brother ? Mam. I am like you, they say. Her.
You look, Leon.
Why, that's some comfort.As if you held a brow of much distraction :
What ! Camillo there ? Are you mov'd, my lord ?
Cam. Ay, my good lord. Leon.
No, in good earnest, Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou’rt an honest How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
[Erit MamilLIUS. Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil
hold: Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreech'u, When you cast out, it still came home. In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,
Didst note it ? Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
Cam. He would not stay at your petitions ; made As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.
His business more material. How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, Leon,
Didst perceive it?This quash, this gentleman :-Mine honest friend, They're here with me already ; whispering, rounding, Will you take eggs for money?
Sicilia is a so-forth : 'Tis far gone, Mam. No, my Lord, I'll fight.
When I shall gust it last.—How came't, Camillo, Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole! - That he did stay? My brother,
At the good queen's entreaty. Are you so fond of your young prince, as we
Leon. At the queen's, be't : good, should be perDo seem to be of ours ?
tinent ? Pol. If at home, sir,
But so it is, it is not. Was this taken He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter : By any understanding pate but thine ? Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy; For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all:
More than the common blocks :-Not noted, is't, He makes a July's day short as December; But of the finer natures ? by some severals, And, with his varying childness, cures in me Of head-piece extraordinary ? lower messes, Thoughts that would thick my blood.
Perchance are to this business parblind : say. Leon.
So stands this squire Cam. Business, my lord ? I think, most underOffic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord,
stand And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione, Bohemia stays here longer, How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's welcome; Leon.
Ha? Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap :
Stays here longer
Leon. Ay, but why?
Good my lord, be cur'd Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties of this diseased opinion, and betimes ; of our most gracious mistress.
For 'tis most dangerous Leon.
Say it be; 'tis true. The en treaties of your mistress ? — satisfy ?
Cam. No, no, my lord. Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo, Leon.
It is ; you lie, you lie: With all the nearest things to my heart, as well I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee; My chamber-councils : wherein, priest-like, thou Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave; Hast cleans'd my bosom ; I from thee departed Or else a hovering temporizer, that Thy penitent reform’d: but we have been
Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd
Inclining to them both : Were my wife's liver In that which seems so.
Infected as her life, she would not live Cam.
Be it forbid, my lord ! The running of one glass. Leon. To bide upon't;- Thou art not honest : or, Сат. .
Who does infect her? If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward ; Leon. Why he, that wears her like her medal, Which hoaxes honesty behind, restraining
hanging From course requir’d: Or else thou must be counted About his neck, Bohemia : Who-if I A servant, grafted in my serious trust,
Had servants true about me: that bare eyes And therein negligent: or else a fool,
To see alike mine honour as their profits, That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, Their own particular thrifts,--they would do that And tak'st it all for jest.
Which should undo more doing : Ay, and thou, Cam.
My gracious lord, His cupbearer,—whom I from meaner form I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful;
Have bench'd and rear'd to worship; who may’st In every one of these no man is free, But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
Plainly, as heaven secs earth, and earth sees heaven, Amongst the infinite doings of the world,
How I am galled,-might'st bespice a cup,
Which draught to me were cordial.
Sir, my lord, I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
I could do this; and that with no rash potion, Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful But with a lingʻring dram, that should not work To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
Maliciously like poison : But I cannot Whereof the execution did cry out
Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress,
So sovereignly being honourable.
Make't thy question, and go rot! Is never free of. But, 'beseech your grace,
Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled, Be plainer with me : let me know my trespass To appoint myself in this vexation ? sully By its own visage : if I then deny it,
The purity and whiteness of my sheets, 'Tis none of mine.
Which to preserve, is sleep; which being spotted, Leon.
Have not you seen, Camillo, Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps ? (But that's past doubt : you have ; or your eye-glass Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son, Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ;) or heard, Who, I do think is mine, and love as mive; (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour
Without ripe moving to't ?—Would I do this ?
I must believe you, sir; My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess,
I do ; and will fetch off Bohemia fort: (Or else be impudently negative,
Provided, that when he's remov'd, your h ghness
The injury of tongues, in courts and kingdoms
Thou dost advise me, My sovereign mistress clouded so, without
Even so as I mine own course have set down :
Cam. My lord,
Go then; and with a countenance as clear As deep as that, though true.
As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia, Leon,
Is whispering nothing? And with your queen: I am his cupbearer ;
This is all :
I'll do’t, my lord blind
L'on. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis d With the pin and web, but theirs, theirs only,
(Exit. That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Cam. O miserable lady! -But, for me, Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; What case stand I in ? I must be the poisoner The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; Of good Polixenes : and my ground to do't My wife is nothing ; nor nothing have these no things Is the obedience to a master; one, If this be nothing.
Who, in rebellion with himself, will have
All that are his, so too.To do this deed,
Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he Promotion follows: If I could find example
swears, Of thousands, that had struck anointed kings, As he had seen't or been an instrument And flourish'd after, I'd not do't: but since To vice you to't,—that you have touch'd his queen Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not one, Forbiddenly. Let villany itself forswear't. I must
O, then my best blood turn
To an infected jelly; and my name
Turn then my freshest reputation to
A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril
Where I arrive; and my approach be shunnid,
This is strange! methinks, Nay hated too, worse than the great'st infection
Swear his thought over Cam. Hail most royal sir !
By each particular star in heaven, and Pol. What is the news i' the court ?
By all their influences, you may as well
None rare, my lord Forbid the sea for to obey the moon,
The fabrick of his folly; whose foundation
The standing of his body. Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling
How should this grow ? A lip of much contempt, speeds from me; and Cam. I know not: but, I am sure, 'tis safer to So leaves me, to consider what is breeding,
Avoid what's grown, than question how 'tis born. That changes thus his manners.
If therefore you dare trust my honesty, Cam. I dare not know, my lord.
That lies enclosed in this trunk, which you Pol. How! dare not ? do not. Do you know, Shall bear along impawn’d, -away to-night. and dare not
Your followers I will whisper to the business : Be intelligent to me ? 'Tis thereabouts;
And will, by twos, and threes, at several posterns, For, to yourself, what you do know, you must;
Clear them o' the city: For myself, I'll put
Have utter'd truth : which if you seek to prove, Myself thús alter'd with it.
I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer Cam.
There is a sickness Than one condemn'd by the king's own moth, Which puts some of us in distemper; but
thereon I cannot name the disease; and it is caught
His execution sworn. Of you that yet are well.
I do believe thee; Pol.
How ! caught of me? I saw his heart in his face. Give me thy hand; Make me not sighted like the basilisk:
Be pilot to me, and thy places shall
Two days ago.-This jealousy
Must it be violent: and as he does conceive
Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must In ignorant concealment.
In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me Cam.
I may not answer. Good expedition be my friend, and comfort
I will respect thee as a father; if
Cam. It is in mine authority, to command
The keys of all the posterns : Please your highness. Is creeping toward me; how far off, how ncar; To take the urgent hour : come, sir, away. (Ereunt Which way to be prevented, if to be; If not, how best to bear it. Cam.
Sir, I'll'tell you, Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him
ACT II. That I think honourable : Therefore, mark my
SCENE I.-The game.
Enter HERMIONE, MAMillius, and Ladies.
On, good Camillo. Cam. I am appointed him to murder you
Her. Take the boy to you: he so troubles me, Pol. By wbom, Camillo ?"
"Tis past enduring. Cam. By the king.
Come, my gracious lord. Pol
For what? Shall I be your play-fellow?
No, I'll none of you. Give me the boy; I am glad, you did not nurse him : 1 Lady. Why, my sweet lord ?
Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you Mam. You'll kiss me hard; and speak to me as if Have too much blood in him. I were a baby still.-I love you better.
What is this ? sport ? 2 Lady. And why so, my good lord ?
Leon. Bear the boy hence, he shall not come about Мат. .
Not for because
Has made thee swell thus.
But I'd say, he had not, 2 Lady.
Who taught you this ? And, I'll be sworn, you would believe my saying, Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces.-Pray now Howe'er you lean to the nayward. What colour are your eye-brows ?
You, my lords, 1 Lady.
Blue, my lord. Look on her, mark her well; be but about
Hark ye: 'Tis pity, she's not honest, honourable :
(Which, on my faith, deserves high speech,) and One of these days; and then you'd wanton with us,
straight If we would have you.
The shrug, the hum, or ha; these petty brands, | Lady.
She is spread of late That calumny doth use:-0, I am out, Into a goodly bulk: Good time encounter her! That mercy does; for calumny will sear Her. What wisdom stirs amongst you ? Come, sir, Virtue itself:—these shrugs, these hums, and ha's,
When you have said, she's goodly, come between, I am for you again: Pray you, sit by us,
Ere you can say she's honest: But be it known: And tell 's a tale.
From him that has most cause to grieve it should be, Mam.
Merry, or sad, shall't be? She's an adultress. Her. As merry as you will.
Should a viļlain say so, Mam.
A sad tale's best for winter: The most replenish'd villain in the world, I have one of spirits and goblins.
He were as much more villain : you, my lord, Her.
Let's have that, sir. Do but mistake. Come on, sit down :-Come on, and do your best Leon.
You have mistook, my lady To fright me with your sprites: you're powerful at it. Polixenes for Leontes: 0 thou thing, Mam. There was a man, —
Which I'll not call a creature of thy place, Her.
Nay, come, sit down ; then on. Lest barbarism, making me the precedent, Mam. Dwelt by a church-yard ;-I will tell it Should a like language use to all degrees, softly;
And mannerly distinguishment leave out Yon crickets shall not hear it.
Betwixt the prince and beggar!—I have said, Her.
Come on then, She's an adultress; I have said, with whom. And give't me in mine ear.
More, she's a traitor; and Camillo is
A federary with her; and one that knows Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, Lords, and others. What she should shame to know herself,
But with her most vile principal, that she's
That vulgars give bold titles; ay, and privy
No, by my life, Even to their ships.
Privy to none of this: How will this grieve you, Leon.
How bless'd am I When you shall come to clearer knowledge, that In my just censure! in my true opinion !
You thus have publish'd me? Gentle my lord, Alack, for lesser knowledge !-How accurs’d, You scarce can right me thoroughly then, to say In being so blest !—There may be in the cup You did mistake. A spider steep'd, and one may drink; depart,
No, no; if I mistake
The center is not big enough to bear
There's some ill planet reigns Camillo was his help in this, his pander:
I must be patient, till the heavens look There is a plot againt my life, my crown;
With an aspect more favourable.—Good my lords, AU's true that is mistrusted :-that false villain, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Whom I employ'd, was pre-employ'd by him: Commonly are; the want of which vain dew, He has discover'd my design, and I
Perchance, shall dry your pities: but I have Kemain a pinch'd tbing; yea, a very
That honourable grief lodg'd here, which burns For thein to play at will :-How came the posterns Worse than tears drown: "Beseech you all, my lords So easily open ?
With thougths so qualified as your charities 1 Lord.
By his great authority; Shall best instruct you, measure me;-and so Which often hath no less prevail'd than so,
The king's will be derform'd ! On your command,
Shall I be heard ? Leon. I know't too well.
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