But once before I spake to th' 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 clepe thyfelf 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:
The one for ever earn'd a royal husband;

The other, for fome while a friend.

To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods.
I have tremor cordis on me my heart dances,
But not for joy not joy this entertainment
May a free face put on; derive a liberty
From heartiness, from bounty's fertile bosom;
And well become the agent: 't
may, I grant;
But to be padling palms, and pinching fingers,
As now they are, and making practis'd fmiles,
As in a looking-glass — and then to figh, as 'twere
The mort o'th' deer; o, that is entertainment

a

My bofom likes not, nor my brows - Mamillus,
Art thou my boy?

Mam. Ay, my good lord.

Leo. I' fecks!

[afide.

Why, that's my bawcock; what? haft fmutch'd thy nofe?
They say, it is 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

[wipes the boy's face.

[obferving Polixenes and Hermione,

Upon his palm-how now, you wanton calf!
Art thou my calf?

A leffon upon the horn at the death of the deer,

Mam.

Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord.

Leo. Thou want'st 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 say any thing: but were they false,
As o'er-dy'd blacks, as winds, as waters; false
As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes
No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true,
To fay, this boy is like me. Come, fir page,
Look on me with your welking eye, sweet villain.
Most dear'ft, my collop-can thy dam? may't be?
Imagination! thou dost stab to th' centre.
Thou doft make poffible, 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'ft cojoin with something; and thou doft;
And that beyond commiffion; and I find it;
And that to the infection of my brains,

And hard'ning of my brows.

Pol. What means Sicilia?

Her. He fomething feems unfettled.

Pol. How? my lord?

What cheer? how is it with you, my beft brother ? .
Her. You feem 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!
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 should bite it's mafter, and so prove,

* 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 itself to fade and grow rufty much the fooner.

As

As ornaments oft do, too dangerous:

How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,

This squash, this gentleman! Mine honest friend,
Will you take eggs for money?

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, fir,

He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter;
Now my fworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parafite, my foldier, statesman, all:
He makes a july's day short as december;
And with his varying childishness, cures in me
Thoughts that should thick my blood.

Leo. So ftands this squire

Offic'd with me: we two will walk, my lord,
And leave you to your graver fteps. Hermione,

How thou lov'ft us, fhow 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'th' garden: shall's attend you there?
Leo. To your own bents difpofe you; you'll be found,

Be you beneath the sky: I am angling now,

Though you perceive me not how I give line;

[afide, obferving Her.

How fhe 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 fo difgrac'd a part, whofe iffue

Will hiss 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 present,
Now, while I fpeak this, holds his wife by th' arm,
That little thinks fhe has been fluic'd in's 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. Phyfick 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 fome comfort.

What? is Camillo there?

Camillo; this great fir will yet stay longer.

Cam. You had much ado to make the anchor hold;

When you caft out, it ftill came home.

Leo. Didft note it?

Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made

His bufinefs more material.

Leo. Didft perceive it?

They're here with me already; whisp'ring round,
Sicilia is a - fo forth: 'tis far gone,

When I fhall guft it laft. How came't, Camillo,
That he did ftay?

--- predominant; and 'tis powerful: think it. From eaft, weft, north, and fouth, be it concluded, No barricado for a belly. Know't,

It will let in and out the enemy'.

With bag and baggage; many, &.

}afide

Cam.

Cam. At the good queen's entreaty.

Leo. At the queen's be't: good fhould be pertinent;
But fo it is, it is not. Was this taken

By any understanding pate but thine?
For thy conceit is foaking, will draw in

More than the common blocks: not noted, is't,
But of the finer natures? by fome feverals

Of headpiece extraordinary? lower meffes,
Perchance, are to this business purblind? say.

Cam. Bufinefs, my lord? I think, most understand
Bithynia ftays here longer.

Leo. Ha? ftays here longer. Ay, but why? Cam. To fatisfy your highness, and th' entreaties Of our most gracious mistress.

Leo. Satisfy

Th' entreaties of your mistress? fatisfy?

Let that fuffice. I've trufted thee, Camillo,
With all the things nearest my heart, with all
My chamber-councils, wherein, priest like, thou
Haft cleans'd my bofom; I from thee departed
Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been
Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd

In that which feems fo.

Cam. Be it forbid, my lord!

Leo. To bide upon't—thou art not honest; or,
If thou inclin'ft that way, thou art a coward,
Which hockles honesty behind, restraining

From course requir'd: or else thou must be counted
A fervant, grafted in my serious truft,

And therein negligent; or else a fool,

That feeft a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn,
And tak'ft it all for jeft.

Cam. My gracious lord,

I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful;
In every one of these no man is free,

But that his negligence, his folly, fear,

Amongst