Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i'the sun, And bleat the one at the other: what we chang`d, The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd Temptations have since then been born to us: for Her. Grace to boot! Of this make no conclusion; lest you say, Your queen and I are devils: Yet, go on; The offences we have made you do, we'll answer; Leon. Is he won yet? 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 tongueless, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! Leon. 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; The other, for some while a friend. Leon. [Giving her hand to Polixenes. Too hot, too hot: [Aside. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. And well become the agent: it may, I grant: Mam. Leon. Ay, my good lord. I'fecks? Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy nose?- They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, [Observing Polixenes and Hermione. Upon his palm?-How now, you wanton calf? Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I have, To be full like me: yet, they say, we are Affection! thy intention stabs the center; Thou dost make possible, things not so held, And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent, And hardening of my brows. Pol. Her. He something seems unsettled. Pol. What means Sicilia? How, my lord? best brother? You look, What cheer? how is't with you, As if you held a brow of much distraction: Leon. No, in good earnest.How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness; and make itself a pastime. To harder bosoms! [Aside.]-Looking on the lines Of my 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, As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This squash, this gentleman:-Mine honest friend, Will you take eggs for money? Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. 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: He makes a July's day short as December; Leon. So stands this squire Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord, And leave you to your graver steps.--Hermione, How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's wel 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 Be found, you beneath the sky:-I am angling now, Though you perceive me not how I give line. Go to, go to! [Aside. Observing Poli.renes and Hermione. 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 hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour |