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Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utter
Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attorney'd, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seem'd to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves!
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.
Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: It is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physicks 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.
THE SAME. A ROOM OF STATE IN THE PALACE.'
Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Hermione, Mamillius, Camillo, and Attendants.
Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne Without a burden: time as long again
Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks; And yet we should, for perpetuity,
Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cypher,
With one we-thank-you, many thousands more
And pay them when
Stay your thanks a-while;
Very sooth, to-morrow.
We are tougher, brother,
No longer stay.
I'll no gain-saying.
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,
Leon. Tongue-ty'd, our queen? speak you. Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace, until
You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You, sir,
Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure,
Well said, Hermione. Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong: But let him say so then, and let him go;
But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,
The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
You take my lord, I'll give him my commission, To let him there a month, behind the gest Prefix'd for his parting: yet, good-deed, Leontes, I love thee not a jar o'the clock behind
What lady she her lord.-You'll stay?
Her. Nay, but you will?
I may not, verily.
You put me off with limber vows: But I,
Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with
Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily,
My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread verily, One of them you shall be.
Pol. Your guest then, madam: To be your prisoner, should import offending; Which is for me less easy to commit,
Than you to punish.
You were pretty lordings then.
Not your gaoler then, your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were
We were, fair queen, Two lads, that thought there was no nore behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day,
And to be boy eternal.
Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o'the two?
Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i'the sun,
And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'd,
By this we gather,
Grace to boot!
If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us
Is he won yet?
To better purpose.
At my request, he would not.
Never, but once.