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hands, as over a vast, † and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves! *Performed by agents. Gulf.
Arch. I think there is not in the world either malice-or matter to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius: it is a gentleman of the greatest promise that ever came into my note.
40 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 had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one. 50
[Exeunt. SCENE II. A room of state in the same. Enter LEONTES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS,
POLIXENES, CAMILLO, and Attendants. Pol. Nine changes of the watery star hath
Stay your thanks a while;
Sir, that's to-morrow.
*Nipping. To tire your royalty.
We are tougher, brother,
No longer stay.
Very sooth, to-morrow. Leon. We'll part the time between's then;
and in that I'll no gainsaying, Pol.
Press me not, beseech you, so. There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'
the world, So soon as yours could win me: so it should now, Were there necessity in your request, although 'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder Were in your love a whip to me; my stay To you a charge and trouble: to save both, Farewell, our brother.
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.
You, sir, Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure 30 All in Bohemia's well; this satisfaction The by-gone day proclaim'd: say this to him, He's beat from his best ward. Leon.
Well said, Hermione. Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were
No, madam. Her. Nay, but you will?
I may not, verily.
Your guest, then, madam:
Not your gaoler, then,
We were, fair queen,
Was not my lord
i' the sun,
By this we gather
O my most sacred lady!
Temptations have since then been born to's; for
Is he won yet?
At my request he would not.
Never, but once. Her. What! have I twice said well? when was't before?
90 I prithee tell me; cram's with praise, and make's As fat as tame things: one good deed dying
tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages: you may ride's With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal: My last good deed was to entreat his stay: What was my first? it has an elder sister, Or I mistake you: O, would her name were
Grace! But once before I spoke to the purpose: when? Nay, let me have't; I long. Leon.
Why, that was when ior 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 yours for ever.' Her.
'Tis grace indeed. Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose
twice: The one for ever earn'd a royal husband;
The other for some while a friend.
[Aside] Too hot, too hot!
*Death. Mam. Ay, my good lord. Leon.
l' fecks!* Why, that's my bawcock.t What, hast smutch'd thy nose?
*In faith. Fine fellow. They say it is a copy out of mine. Come, cap
tain, We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, cap
Playing as on a spinnet. 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, 130 That will say any thing: but were they false As o'er-dyed blacks, as wind, as waters, false As dice are to be wish'd by one that fixes No bournt 'twixt his and mine, yet were it true To say this boy were like me. Come, sir page, Look on me with your welkins eye: sweet villain! Most dear'st! my collop! Can thy dam?-may't be?
+Boundary. Sky-blue. Affection! thy intention stabs the centre: Thou dost make possible things not so held, Communicatest with dreams;-how can this be?With what's unreal thou coactive art,