And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven 1 Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition clear'd, Hereditary ours. Her. By this we gather, You have tripp'd since. Pol. O my most sacred lady, Temptations have since then been born to us: for C In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl; Your precious self had then not crofs'd the boy eyes Of my young play-fellow. Her. Grace to boot! it Of this make no conclusion; lest you say, The offences we have made you do, we'll an If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd With any not but 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. Her. Never? 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 tonguelefs, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that, Our praises are our wages: You may ride U.S With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs, ere W But once before I spoke to the purpose: When? Nay, let me have't: I long. Leo. 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 yours for ever. Her. It is Grace, indeed. Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice: The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; ment not joy. May a free face put on; derive a liberty A From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,o.¡T And well become the agent: it may, I grant: But to be padling palms, and pinching fingers, As now they are; and making practis'd smiles, As in a looking- glass: and then to sigh,bast 'twere The mort o'the deer; O, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows. Ma millius, 1 Art thou my boy? Mam. Ay, my good lord. Leon. I'fecks ? Why, that's my bawcock. What, hath smutch'd thy nose? They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, cap tain: And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf, [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 To be full like me: - yet, they say, we are As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true To say, this boy were like me. Come, sir page, Look on me with your welkin-eye: Sweet vil Affection! thy intention stabs the center: be?) -- (How can this 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,) And that to the infection of my brains, And hard'ning of my brows, Pol. What means Sicilia? Her. He something seems unsettled. What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? Her. You look, As if you held a brow of much distraction : Leon. No, in good earnest. How sometimes nature will betray its folly, lines Looking on the Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, friend, Will you take eggs for money? Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. Mine honest Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole! My brother, Are you so fond of your young prince, as we Pol. If at home, sir, He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: Leon. So stands this squire Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord, And leave you to your graver steps. mione, Her How thou lov'st us, shew in our brother's wei come; Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap: Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's Her... If you would seek us,' We are yours i'the 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, 1 [aside.] Though you perceive me not how I give line. Go to, go to! [observing Polix. and Her.] 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 hifs 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; arm, That little thinks she hath been sluic'd in his absence, And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't, Whiles other men have gates; and those gates open'd, T As mine, against their will: Should all despair, That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind |