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How, my lord ? What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? Her.
You look, As if you held a brow of much distraction : Are you mov'd, my lord ? Leon.
No, in good earnest.-
Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.
If at home, sir,
So stands this squire
If you would seek us,
† Will you be cajoled? 1 May bis share of life be a happy one! § Hcir apparent, next claimant.
We are yours i'the garden: Shall's attend you
there? Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be
Aside. Observing Polixenes and Hermione.
[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 Will be my knell.-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 speaks this, holds his wife by the arm, That little thinks she has 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, As mine, against their will: Should all despair That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves. Physick for't there is
none; It is a bawdy planet, that will strike Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, From east, west, north, and south : Be it concluded, No barricado for a belly; know it; It will let in and out the enemy, With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us Have the disease, and feel't not.-How now, boy?
Mam. I am like you, they say. * Mouth. of Approving. 1 A horned one, a cuckold.
Why, that's some comfort.What! Camillo there?
Cam. Ay, my good lord.
[Exit Mamillius. 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. Leon.
Didst note it? Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made His business more material. Leon.
Didst perceive it? They're here with me already; whispering, round
ing*, Sicilia is a so-forth : "Tis far gone, When I shall gust t it last.-How came't, Camillo, That he did stay? Cam.
At the good queen's entreaty. Leon. At the queen's, be't: good, should be per
tinent; 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 under
stand Bohemia stays here longer. Leon.
Stays here longer. Leon. Ay, but why?
Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties
With all the nearest things to my heart, as well
Be it forbid, my lord !
My gracious lord,
Have not you seen, Camillo, (But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn); or heard (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour Cannot be mute), or thought (for cogitation
* To hox is to hamstring. VOL. IV.
Resides not in that man, that does not think it),
Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear
Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infallible Of breaking honesty): horsing foot on foot ? Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes
blind With the pin and web *, but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing : The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing ; My wife is nothing ; nor nothing have these no
Good my lord, be cur'd
Say, it be ; 'tis true.
It is; you lie, you lie:
* Disorders of the ege.