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Pol. How, my lord ?
What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?
As if you held a brow of much distraction :
How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
Ofmy boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil
Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled,
Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,
This quaslı, this gentleman :-mine honest friend,
Will you take eggs for money ?
Leon. You will? why, happy man be's dole! - My
Are you so fond of your young prince, as we
Do seem to be of ours?
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter:
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy,
(Aside. He makes a July's day short as December,
Offic'd with me. Wetwo will walk, my lord, From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, And leave you to your graver steps.--Hermione, And well become the agent: it may, I grant :
How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's welcome; But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers,
Let what is dear in Sicily, becheap! As now they are, and making practis'd
smiles, Next to thyself, and my young rover, hc's As in a looking-glass ;-and then to sigh, as 'twere Apparent to my heart. The mort o'the deer; 0, that is entertainment, ller. If you would seek us, My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillius, We are yoursi’the garden: shall's attend you there? Art thou my boy?
Leon. To your own beats dispose you: you'll be Mam. Ay, my good lord.
found, Leon. I'fecks?
Be you beneath the sky!-I am angling now, Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy Though you perceive me not how I give line. nose?
Go to, go to! They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, [-1 side. Observing Polixenes und Hermione. We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain : How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf,
And arms her with the boldness of a wife Are all call'd neat.--Still virginalling
To her allowing husband ! Gone already; (Observing Polixenes and Hermione. Sach-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears a fork’d Upon his palm?-How now, you wanton calf ? Art thou my calf?
[Exeunt Polixenes, llermione, and Attendants. Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord.
Co, play, boy, play!—thy mother plays, and I
Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour To be full like me:— yet, they say, we are
Will be my knell.-Go, play, boy, play!—There have Almost as like, as eggs; women say so,
Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm, No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true That little thinks, she has been sluic'd in's absence, To say this boy were like me.- Come, sir page,
And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour by Look on me with your welkin eye: sweet villain! Sir Smile, his neighbour: vay, there's comfort in’t, Most dear’st! my collop!-Can thy dam?-may't be? Whiles other men have gates;and those gates open'd, Affection! thy intention stabs the centre:
As mine, against their will: should all despair, Thou dost make possible things not so held, That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Communicat'st with dreams ;-(How can this be?)— Would hang themselves. Physic for't there is none; With what's unreal thou coactive art,
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike And fellow'st nothing: then 'tis very credent, Where'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou dost; From east, west, nortlı, and south. Be it concluded, (And that beyond commission ; and I find it,)
No barricado for a belly; know it'; And that to the infection of my brains,
It will let in and out the enemy,
With bag and baggage: many a thousand ofus
Have the disease, and feel't not.
:-llow now, boy? Her. He something seems unsettled.
Mam. I am like you, they say.
Leon. Why, that's some comfort.
Cannot bemute,) or thought, (for cogitation What! Camillo there?
Resides not in that man, that does not think it,) Cam. Ay, my good lord.
My wife is slippery? Ifthou wilt confess, Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou’rt an honest man.- (or else be impudently negative,
(Exit Manillius. To have nor eyes, norears, nor thought,) then say, Camillo, this great sir will get stay longer.
My wife's a hobbyhorse; deserves a name Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold: As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to When you cast out, it still came home.
Before her troth-plight; say it, and justify it! Leon. Didst note it?
Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear Cam. He would not stay at your petitions ; made My sovereign mistress clouded so, without His business more material,
My present vengeance taken. 'Shrew my heart, Leon. Didst perceive it?
You never spoke what did become you less They're here with me already; whispering, rounding, Than this; which to reiterate, were sin Siciliais a so-forth. 'Tis far gone,
As deep as that, though true. When I shall gust it last.--Hlow came't, Camillo, Leon. Is whispering nothing? That he did stay?
Is leaning cheek to cheek, is meeting noses, Cam. At the good queen's entreaty.
Kissivg with inside lip, stopping the career Leon.At the queen’s, be't: good, should be pertinent; of laughter with a sigh, (a note infallible But so it is, it is not. Was this taken
Of breaking honesty :) horsing foot on foot, By any understanding pate but thine?
Skulking in corners, wishing clocks more swift,
Tours, ininutes, noon, midnight, and all eyes blind
That would unseen be wicked, is this nothing?
Cam. Business, my lord ? I think, most understand My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings,
Irthis be nothing.
Cam. Good my lord, be cur'd Cam. Stays here longer.
Of this diseas'd'opinion, and betimes; Leon. Ay, but why?
For 'tis most dangerous. Cam. To satisfy your higliness, and the entreaties Leon. Say, it be; 'tis true. Ofour most gracious mistress.
Cam. No, no, my lord. Leon. Satisfy
Leon. It is ; you lie, you lie:
I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee,
Infected as her life, she would not live
The running of one glass, In that which seems so.
Cam. Who does infect her?
Leon. Why, he that wears herlike hermedal, hanging
Had servants true about me; that bare eyes
To see alike mine honour as their profits,
Which should undo more doing : ay, and thou,
His cup-bearer, — whom I from meaner form
Plainly, as heaven sees carth, and earth sees heaveu,
How I am galled, - might'st bespice a cop, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful;
To give mine enemy a lasting wink; In every one of these no mau is free,
Which draught to me were cordial. But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
Cam. Sir, my lord, Amongst the infinite doings of the world,
I could do this; and that with no rash potion, Sometimes puts forth. In your affairs, mylord, But with a ling’ring dram, that should not work If ever I were wilful-negligent,
Maliciously like poison : but I cannot It was my folly; ifindustriously
Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
So sovereignly beiug honourable. Not weighing well the end: if ever fearful
I have lor'd thee, To do a thing, where the issue doubted,
Leon. Make't thy question, and go rot! Whereof the execution did cry out
Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled, Agaiust the non-performance, 'twas a fear
To appoint myself in this vexation? sully Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord, The purity and whiteness of my sheets, Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty
Which to preserve, is sleep; whích being spotted,
Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps ?
Who, I do think is mine, and love as mine, "Tis none of mine.
Without ripe moving to't? Would I do this ? Leon. Have not you seen, Camillo,
Could man so blench? (But that's past doubt : you have; or your eyeglass Cama. I innst believe you, sir; Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ;) or heard,
Ido; and will fetch off Bohemia for't: (For, 10 a vision so apparent, rumour
Provided, that, when he'sremov'd, your highness
Will take again your queen, as yours at first;
Cam. I may not answer.
I cónjure thee by all the parts of man,
Which honour does acknowledge,—whereof the least Even so as I mine own course have set down :
Is not this suit of mine, - that thou declare, I'll give no blemish to her honour, none.
What incidency thou dost guess of harm, Cam. My lord,
Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near;
Which way to be prevented, if to be;
Cam. Sir, I'll tell you ;
Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him Account me not your servant!
That I think honourable: therefore, mark my counsel, Leon. This is all.
Which must be even as swiftly follow'd, as Do't, and thou hast the one half of my heart; I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me Do't not, thou split'st thine own.
Cry, lost, and so good-night.
Pol. On, good Camillo !
[Exit. Pol. By whom, Camillo ? Cam. O miserable lady!-- But for me,
Cam. By the king. What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner
Pol. For what? Of good Polixenes: and my ground to do't
Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears, Is the obedience to a master; one,
As he had seen't, or been an instrument Who, in rebellion with himself, will have
To vice you to't,—that you have touch'd his queen All, that are his, so too.—To do this deed,
Pol. O, then my best blood turn
A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril
Where I arrive; and my approach be shunn'd,
That e'er was heard, or read !
Cam. Swear his thought over
By each particular star in heaven, and My favour here begins to warp. Not speak?
By all their influences, you may as well Good-day, Camillo !
Forbid the sea for to obey the moon, Cam. Hail, most royal sir !
As or, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake Pol. What is the news i'the court?
The fabric of his folly; whose foundation
Is pild upon his faith, and will continue
Pol. How should this grow?
Cam, I know not: but, I am sure, 'tis safer to With customary compliment; when he,
Avoid what's grown, than question how 'tis born. Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling If therefore you dare trust my honesty, Alip of much contempt, speeds from me; and That lies enclosed in this trunk, which you So leaves me, to consider what is breeding,
Shall bear along impawn’d, - away to-night. That changes thas his manners.
Your followers I will whisper to the business, Cam. I dare not know, my lord.
And will, by twos, and threes, at several posterns, Pol. How! dare not? do not. Do you know, and dare Clear them of the city. For myself, I'll put
My fortunes to your service, which are here Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabouts:
By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain ! For, to yourself, what you do know, you must; For, by the honour of my parents, I And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo, Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove, Your chang'd complexions are to me a mirror, I dare not stand by, nor shall you be safer Which shows me mine chang’d too: for I must be Than one condemn’d by the king's own mouth, A party in this alteration, finding
thereon Myself thus alter'd with it.
His execution sworn.
Pol. I do believe thee:
I saw his heart in his face. Give methy hand;
Be pilot to me, and thy places shall
Still neighbour miné. My ships are ready, and
My people did expect my hence departure
Two days ago. This jealousy
Must it be great; and, as his person's mighty,
Must it be violent; and as he does conceive,
He is dishonour'd by a man, which ever
Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must
In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me:
The gracious queen, part of his theme, but nothing,
I will respect thee as a father, if
Remain a pinch'd thing ; yea, a very trick
So easily open?
On your command.
Leon. I know't too well.
Give me the boy! I am glad, you did not nurse him :
Though he does bear some sign of me, yet you
Leon.Bear the boy hence, he shall not come about her; 1 Lady. Come, my gracious lord!
Away with him!--and let her sport herself Shall I be your play-fellow?
With that she's big with ; for 'tis Polixenes Mam. No, I'll none of you.
Has made thee swell thus. 1 Lady. Why, my sweet lord ?
Her. But I'd say, he had not,
Howe'er you lean to the nayward. 2 Lady. And why so, my good lord ?
Leon. You, my lords,
Look on her, mark her well; be but about
'Tis pity she's not honest, honourable; Or half moon made with a pen.
Praise her but for this her without-door form, 2 Lady. Who taught you this?
(Which, on my faith, deserves high speech ,) and Mam. I learn'dit out of women's faces. — Pray now straight What colour are yoor eye-brows?
The shrug, the hum, or ha; these petty brands, 1 Lady. Blue, my lord.
That calumny doth use. --O, I am out, Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nose That mercy does; for calumny will sear That has been blue, but not her eye-brows.
Virtne itself:--these shrugs, these hums, and ha's, 2 Lady. Hark ye:
When you have said, she's goodly, come between,
From him, that has most cause to grieve it should be,
Her. Should a villain say so, 1 Lady. She is spread of late
The most replenish'd villain in the world, Into a goodly bulk: good time encounter her! He were as much more villain ; you, my lord,
Iler. What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come sir, now Do but mistake. Tam for you again: pray you, sit by us,
Leon. You have mistook, my lady, And tell's a tale!
Polixenes for Leontes. O thou thing, Mam. Merry, or sad, shall't be?
Which I'}} not call a creature of thy place, Her. As merry as you will.
Lest barbarism, making me the precedent, Mam. A sad tale's best for winter;
Should a like language use to all degrees, I have one of sprites and goblins.
And mannerly distinguishment leave out
Betwixt the princeand beggar!--I have said,
A federary with her, and one that knows,
What she should shame to know herself, Mam. Dielt by a church-yard :- I will tellit softly; But with her most vile principal, that she's Yon crickets shall not hear it
A bed-swerver, even as bad as those, Her. Come on then,
That vulgars give bold titles; ay, and privy
To this their late escape.
You scarce can right me throughly then, to say
You did mistake. In myjust censure? in my true opinion?
Levn. No, no; if I mistake Alack, for lesser knowledge! ---How accurs'd, In those foundations, which I build upon, la being so blest! -There may be in the cup
The center is not big enough to hear
A school-boy's top:- Away with her to prison !
Birt that he speaks.
I must be patient, till the heavens look
I am not prone to weeping, as our sex,
Commonly are; the want of which vain dew, All's true, that is mistrusted :—that false villaia,
Perchance, shall dry your pities: but I have Whom I employ'd, was pre-employ'd by him :
That honourable grief lodg’d here, which burns He has discover'd my design, and I
Worse, than tears drown. "Beseech you all, my lords,
With thoughts so qualified, as your charities Either thou art most ignorant by age,
Added to their familiarity,
[To the Guards. (Which was as gross, as ever touch'd conjecture, Her. Who is'i, that goes with me?— 'Beseech your That lack'd sight only, nought for approbation, higliness,
But only seeing, all other circumstances
Made up to the deed,) doth push on his proceeding:
Most piteous to be wild, ) I have despatch'd in post,
To sacred Delphos, to Apollo's temple,
Cleomenes and Dion, whom you know
Of stuff”d sufliciency: now, from the oracle
Shall stop or spur me. Have I done well?
Whose ignorant credulity will not 1 Lord. For her, my lord,
Come up to the truth. So have we thought it good,
From our free person she should be confin'd:
Be left her to perform. Come, follow us !
We are to speak in public: for this business
Will raise us all.
Ant. (Aside.] To laughter, as I take it,
SCENE II. -- The same. The outer room of a prison.
Enter Paulina and Attendants.
Paul. The keeper of the prison,-call to him;
(Exit an Attendant. 1 Lord. Good my lord,
Let him have knowledge, who I am.--Good lady!
What dost thou then in prison ?--Now, good sir,
Keep. For a worthy lady,
I have express commandment.
Paul. Here's ado,
To lock up honesty and honour from
The access of gentle visitors !--'s it lawful,
Pray you, to see her women? any of them ?
Keep. So please you, madam, to pnt
Apart these your attendants, I shall bring
Paul. I pray now, call her!~
Withdraw yourselves !
(Exeunt Attend. Leon. What! lack I credit?
Keep. And, madam,
Here's such ado to make nostain a stain,
As passes colouring.
Re-enter Keeper, with Emilia.
Emil. As well, as one su great, and so forlorn,
(Which never tender lady hath borne greater,)
She is, something before her time, deliver'd.
Paul. A boy?
Lusty, and like to live: the queen receives
Much comfort in't: says, My poor prisoner,
I am innocent, as you.
Paul. I dare be sworn :
These dangerous unsafe lunes o'the king! beshrew