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Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my | To you a charge and trouble: to save both, knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence- Farewell, our brother.
in so rare-I know not what to say.We will give you sleepy drinks; that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us.
Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's given freely.
Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to
Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attornied, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook bands, as over a vast ; + and embraced, as it were, from the cuds of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves!
Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen ? speak you.
Her. I had thought, Sir, to have held my
You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay.
Charge bim too coldly: Tell him, you are sure,
Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an un-I speakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note.
Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh: they, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him a man.
Arch. Would they else be content to die? Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.
Arch. If the king bad no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one.
[Exeunt. SCENE II-The same.-A Room of state in the Palace.
Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MA-
Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks;
Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher,
Leon. Stay your thanks awhile;
Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow.
I am question'd by my fears, of what may
Or breed upon our absence: That may blow
Leon. We are tougher, brother,
Than you can put us to't.
Pol. No longer stay.
Leon. One seven-night longer.
Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow.
Leon. Well said, Hermione.
But let him say so then, and let him go;
The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
love thee not a jar ‡ o'the clock behind
Her. Nay, but you will?
You put me off with limber § vows: But I,
Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily,
Pol. Your guest then, madam :
Her. Not your jailer then,
But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you
You were pretty lordings then.
Two lads, that thought there was no more be
But such a day to-morrow as to day,
Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o'the
Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk
And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'd,
Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition clear'd,
Her. By this we gather,
You have tripp'd since.
Pol. O my most sacred lady,
Temptations have since then been born to na:
The offences we have made you do, we'll answer;
If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us
Leon. Is he won yet?
Her. He'll stay, my lord.
Leon. At my request, he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st
To better purpose.
Leon. 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 fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongueless,
Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that.
But once before I spoke to the purpose: When?
Leon. 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 your's for ever.
Her. It is Grace, indeed.[twice: Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; The other, for some while a friend.
[Giving her hand to POLIXENES. Leon. 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 May a free face put on; derive a liberty From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, And well become the agent; it may, I grant: But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, As now they are; and making practis'd smiles, As in a looking-glass ;—and then to sigh, as 'twere
The mort o'the deer; † Oh! that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillius,
Mam. Ay, my good lord.
Why that's my bawcock.
What, hast smutch'd
They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain,
We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain:
[Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. Upon his palm ?-How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf?
Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord.
To be full like me :-yet, they say, we are
Most dear'st! my collop!-Can thy dam ?— may't be?
Affection! thy intention stabs the centre:
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,)
Pol. What means Sicilia ?
Her. He something seems unsettled.
What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?
As if you held a brow of much distraction:
Leon. No, in good earnest.-
Will you take eggs for money? ↑
Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole ! -My brother,
Are you so fond of your young prince, as we
That little thinks she has been sluc'd in his ab-
And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike
With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us
Mam. I am like you, they say. Leon. Why that's some comfort.What! Camillo there?
Cam. Ay, my good lord.
When you cast out, it still came home,
Cam. He would not stay at your petitions;
Leon. Didst perceive it ?They're here with me already; rounding,
Sicilia is a so-forth: 'Tis far gone,
Amongst the infinite doings of the world,
play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
Leon. Have not you seen, Camillo,
Is thicker than a cuckold's horn :) or heard,
My wife's a hobby-horse: deserves a name
Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear
Leon. Is whispering nothing?
When I shall gust it last.-How came't, Camillo, Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses ? That he did stay?
Cam. At the good queen's entreaty.
Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career
Leon. At the queen's, be't: good, should be Of breaking honesty :) horsing foot on foot?
But so it is, it is not. Was this taken
More than the common blocks :-Not noted, is't,
Bohemia stays here longer.
Cam. Stays here longer.
Leon. Ay, but why?
Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties
Of our most gracious mistress.
The entreaties of your mistress ?--satisfy ?—
In that which seems so.
Cam. Be it forbid, my lord !
Leon. To bide upon't ;-Thou art not honest:
If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward;
A servant, grafted in my serious trust,
That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake
And tak'st it all for jest.
Cam. My gracious lord,
I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful;
• To rosad in the ear was to tell secretly.
Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift?
With the pin and web, but their's, their's only,
The covering sky is nothing: Bohemia nothing;
If this be nothing.
Cam. Good my lord, be cur'd
Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes;
Leon. Say, it be; 'tis true.
Leon. It is; you lie, you lie :
I say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee:
Cam. Who does infect her?
Leon. Why he, that wears her like her medal,
About his neck, Bohemia: Who-if I
But with a ling'ring dram, that should not work
I have lov'd thee,-
Leon. Make't thy question, and go rot ! Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled, To appoint myself in this vexation? sully The purity and whiteness of my sheets, Which to preserve, is sleep; which spotted,
Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps?
Cam, I must believe you, Sir;
I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't:
The injury of tongues, in courts and kingdoms
Leon. Thou dost advise me,
Even so as I mine own course have set down:
Go then and with a countenance as clear
And with your queen: I am his cupbearer;
Leon. This is all :
Do't, and thou hast one half of my heart; Do't not, thou split'st thine own.
Cam. I'll do't, my lord.
Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis'd me.
Cam. O miserable lady!-But, for me, What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner Of good Polixenes and my ground to do't Is the obedience to a master; one, Who, in rebellion with himself, will have All that are bis, so too.-To do this deed, Promotion follows: If I could find example Of thousands, that had struck anointed kings, And flourish'd after, I'd not do't: but since Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not
Let villany itself forswear't. I must
Pol. This is strange! methinks,
My favour bere begins to warp. Not speak ?— Good-day, Camillo.
Cam. Hail, most royal Sir!
Pol. What is the news i'the court?
Pol. The king bath on him such a countenance,
As he had lost some province, and a region,
Cam. I dare not know, my lord.
Pol. How! dare not? do not. Do you know, and dare not
Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabouts;
Maliciously, with effects openly hurtfu 47.e. Could any mau so start off from propriety?
Pol. Oh! then my best blood turn
A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril
Cam. Swear his thought over
Pol. How should this grow?
Cam. I know not: but, I am sure, 'tis safer to Avoid what's grown, than question how 'tis
If therefore you dare trust my honesty,-
Clear them o'the city: For myself, I'll put
Than one condemn'd by the king's own mouth, thereon
His execution sworn.
Pol. I do believe thee:
I saw his heart in his face. Give me thy hand;
Still neighbour mine; My ships are ready, and
Is for a precious creature as she's rare,
Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and LADIES.
'Tis past enduring.
1 Lady. Come, my gracious lord,
Shall be your playfellow ?
Mam. No, I'll none of you.
1 Lady. Why, my sweet lord?
Enter LEONTES, ANTIGONUS, LORDS, and
Leon. Was he met there? his train? Camillo
1 Lord. Behind the tuft of pines I met them;
Saw I men scour so on their way: I ey'd them
Leon. How bless'd am I
In my just censure! in my true opinion !-
The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known
With violent hefts: -I have drank, and seen
Camillo was his help in his, his pander :-
1 Lord. By his great authority;
Leon. I know't too well.——
Give me the boy; I am glad you did not nurse
Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you
Her. What is this? sport?
Leon. Bear the boy hence, he shall not come
Away with him :-and let her sport herself
Mam. You'll kiss me hard; and speak to me Has made thee swell thus.
I were a baby still.-I love you better. 2 Lady. And why so, my good lord? Mam. Not for because
Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they
Become some women best; so that there be not
2 Lady. Who taught you this?
Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces.-
What colour are your eye-brows?
1 Lady. Blue, my lord.
Her. But I'd say, he had not,
And, I'll be sworn, you would believe my saying,
Leon. You, my lords
Look on her, mark her well; be but about
The shrug, the hum, or ha; these pretty brands,
Mum. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a Virtue itself:-these shrugs, these hums, and
That has been blue, but not her eye-brows.
The queen, your mother, rounds apace; we shall
One of these days; and then you'd wanton with
1 Lady. She is spread of late
Into a goodly bulk: Good time encounter her!
am for you again: Pray you, sit by us,
And tell's a tale.
Mam. Merry, or sad, shall't be ?
Her. As merry as you will.
Mam. A sad tale's best for winter:
I have one of sprites and goblins.
Come on, sit down :-Come on, and do your best
She's an adultress.
Hler. Should a villain say so,
The most replenish'd villain in the world,
Leon. You have mistook, my lady,
Oh! that my knowledge were less.
+ Spiders were esteemed poisonous in our author's
A thing pinched out of clouts, a puppet.