Why, lo you now, I have spoke to th' purpose twice: The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; The other, for some while a friend. [Giving her hand to POLIXENES. Too hot, too hot: [Aside. Leon. 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 palins, 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' th' deer; O, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillius, Art thou my boy? Mam. Leon. Ay, my good lord. I'fecks? Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy nose? They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, 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. Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I have, 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 Thou dost make possible, things not so-held, And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent, dost; (And that beyond commission; and I find it,) And that to the infection of my brains, And hardening of my brows. Pol. Her. He something seems unsettled. Pol. What means Sicilia? How, my lord? You look, What cheer; how is't with you, best brother? Her. As if you held a brow of much distraction : Are you mov'd, my lord? Leon. How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. Leon. You will? why, happy man be's dole!-My brother, Are you so fond of your young prince, as we Do seem to be of ours? Pol. Leon. And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione, How thou lov'st us, show 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. you If would seek us, We are yours i' th' garden: Shall's attend you there? Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found, Be you beneath the sky :-I am angling now, [Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing husband! Gone already; Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears a fork'd one. [Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and Attendants. 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 been, Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; And many a man there is, even at this present, 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 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 Leon. What! Camillo there? Cam. Ay, my good lord. Why, that's some comfort. Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man. [Exit MAMILLIUS. Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold: When you cast out, it still came home. Leon. Didst note it! Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made His business more material. Leon. Didst perceive it?— They're here with me already; whispering, rounding, When I shall gust it last.-How came't, Camillo, Cam. At the good queen's entreaty. Leon. At the queen's, be't: good, should be perti nent; But so it is, it is not. Was this taken By any understanding pate but thine? For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in More than the common blocks:-Not noted, is't, Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes, Cam. Business, my lord? I think, most understand Bohemia stays here longer. Leon. Cam. Leon. Ay, but why? Ha? Stays here longer. Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. Satisfy Leon. |