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Communicat'st with dreams -(how can this be?)
Pol. What means Sicilia?
HER. You look
Leo. No, in good earnest.
Pol. If at home, Sir,
sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
Leo. So ftands this fquire
Her. If you will seek us,
Leo. To your own bents dispose you; you'll be found, Be
you beneath the sky.-I am angling now, Tho' you perceive me not, how I give line ;
[Aside, observing Her. How she holds up the neb! 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,—~' fork'd one.-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 knel.-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 speak this, holds his wife by th' arm, That little thinks, she has been flusc'd in's absence;
Go to, go to.
And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by
Leo. Why, that's some comfort.
CAM. Ay, my good lord.
[Exit Mamil. SCENE 111. 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.
Leo. Didst note it?
Cam. He would not stay at your petitions made;
Leo. Didst perceive it?
CAM, At the good queen's entreaty.
Leo. At the queen’s be't; good, should be pertinent; 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, But of the finer natures ? by some severals Of head-piece extraordinary; lower messes, Perchance, are to this business purblind ? say.
Cam. Business, my lord? I think, most underftand Bohemia stays here longer.
Leo. Ha ?
Cam. To satisfy your highness, and th' entreaties Of our most gracious mistress.
Cam. Be it forbid, my lord-
-Thou art not honest; or,
serious trust, And therein negligent; or else a fool, That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawa,
And tak ft it all for jest.
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 the infinite doings of the world, Sometimes puts forth. In your affairs, my lord, If ever I were wilful negligent, It was my folly; if industriouffy I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful, To do a thing, where I the issue doubted, Whereof the execution did cry out Against the non-performance, 'was a fear Which oft infects the wisest: these, my lord, Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty Is never free of. ' But, 'beseech your grace, Be plainer with me, let me know my trespass By its own visage; if I then deny it, 'Tis none of mine.
Leo. Ha'not you seen, Camillo, (But that's past doubt, you have; or your eye-glafs Is thicker than a cuckold's horn) or heard, (For to a vision so apparent, rumour Cannot be mute) or thought, (for cogitation Resides not in that man, that do's not think it) My wife is slippery; if thou wilt, confess; (Or else be impudently negative, To have nor eyes nor ears, nor thought) then say, My wife's a hobby-horse, deserves a name As rank as any fax-wench, that puts to Before her troth plight: lay't, and justify't.