HER. Not your goaler then, But kind hoftefs; come, I'll queftion you your Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys : POL. We were, fair queen, Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, And to be boy eternal. HER. Was not my lord the verier wag o' th' two? POL. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i' th' fun, And bleat the one at th' other: what we chang’d, Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing; no, nor dream'd, That any did : had we purfu'd that life, And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven Boldly, "Not guilty," th' impofition clear'd, Hereditary ours. HER. By this we gather, You have tript fince. POL. O my most facred lady, Temptations have fince then been born to's: for HER. Grace to boot! Of this make no conclufion, left you say, Your queen and I are devils. Yet, go on; Th' offences we have made you do, we'll answer; With any but with us. LEO. Is he won yet? HER. He'll stay, my lord. LEO. At my request he would not: Hermione, my deareft, thou ne'er spok'st To better purpose. HER. Never? LEO. Never, but once. HER. What? have I twice faid well? when was't before? I pr'ythee, tell me; cram's with praise, and make's Our praises are our wages. You may ride's Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! Nay, let me hav't; I long. LEO. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had fow'rd themselves to death, And clepe thyself my love; then didst thou utter, HER. 'Tis Grace, indeed. Why, lo you now; I've spoke to the purpose twice; Th' other for fome while a friend. LEO. Too hot, too hot To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. [Afide. May a free face put on; derive a liberty My bofom likes not, nor my Art thou my boy? MAM. Ay, my good lord. LEO. I' fecks! brows-Mamillius, ་ Why, that's my bawcock; what? has't smutch'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. [have, LEO. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I To be full like me.-Yet they fay, we are Almost as like as eggs; women say fo, That will fay any thing; but were they false, Communicat'ft with dreams -(how can this be?) With what's unreal, thou co-active art, And fellow'ft nothing. Then 'tis very credent, And hardning of my brows. POL. What means Sicilia ? HER. He fomething seems unfettled. POL. How? my lord? LEO. What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? HER. You look As if you held a brow of much distraction. Are you not mov'd, my lord? LEO. No, in good earnest. How sometimes nature will betray its folly! As ornaments oft do, too dangerous; How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This fquafh, this gentleman. Mine honest friend, Will you take eggs for money? MAM. No, my lord, I'll fight. [ther. LEO. You will!-why, happy man be's dole!-my bre Are you fo fond of your young prince, as we Do seem to be of ours? POL. If at home, Sir, He's all my exercife, my mirth, my matter; Now my fworn friend, and then mine enemy; Offic'd with me: we two will walk, my lord, And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione, Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's Apparent to my heart. HER. If you will feek us, We are yours i'th' garden: fhall's attend you there? Be you Go to, go to. [Afide, obferving Her. How the holds up the aeb! the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife [Exeunt 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, whose iffue Will hifs me to my grave: contempt and clamour And many a man there is, even at this prefent, That little thinks, fhe has been fluic'd in's abfence; |