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Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificencein so rare-I know not what to say.--We will give you sleepy drinks; that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us.

Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's given freely.

Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understand. ing instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.

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 attornied, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have The borrow of a week. When at Bʊbenia seemed to be together, though absent; shook You take my lord, I'll give him my coats hands, as over a vast ; and einbraced, as it were, sion, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves!

[Exeunt. SCENE II-The same.-A Room of state in the Palace.

MILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.

Arch. I think, there is not in the world either inalice, or matter, to alter it. You have an un-I speakable 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, physics 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 bad no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one.


Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have
The shepherd's note, since we have left our
Without a burden: time as long again
Would be fill'd up, my brether, with our thanks;
And yet we should, for perpetuity,
Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply,
With one we-thank-you, many thousands more
That go before it.

Leon. Stay your thanks awhile; And pay them when you part.

Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow.

I am question'd by my fears, of what may

Or breed upon our absence: That may blow
No sneaping winds at home, to make us say,
This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have
To tire your royalty.

Leon. We are tougher, brother,

To you a charge and trouble: to save both,
Farewell, our brother.

Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen! speak you.
Her. I had thought, Sir, to have bed my
peace, until
You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay.
You, Sir,

Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sa",
All in Bohemia's well; this satisfaction
The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him,
He's beat from his best ward.

Thau you can put us to't.

Pol. No longer stay.

Leon. One seven-night longer.
Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow.
Leon. We'll part the time between's then:
and in that
I'll no gain-saying.

Pol. Press me not, 'beseech yon, so;

There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'the [now,


So soon as your's, could win me: so it should
Wore there necessity in your request, although
'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs

Do even drag me homeward: which to binder,
Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay,

Nobly supplied by substitution of embassies."
Wide waste of country.
Alfords a cordial to the state.

} Nipping

Leon. Well said, Hermione.

Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were

But let him say so then, and let him go;
But let him swear so, and be shall not stay,
We'll thwack him bence with distaffs.-
Yet of your royal presence [To POLIXENIS
I'll adventure

To let him there a month, behind the rest Prefix'd for his parting: yet, good deed, • Le ontes,

love thee not a jar o'the clock behind What lady she her lord.-You'll stay f Pol. No, madam.

Her. Nay, but you will?
Pol. 1 may not, verily.
Her. Verily!

You put me off with limber § vows: But 1. Though you would seek to unsphere the stare with oaths,

Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily,
You shall not go; a lady's verily is
As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet!
Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees,
When you depart, aud save your thanks. H
say you ?
My prisoner? or my guest! by your ar
Oue of them you shall be.

Pol. Your guest then, inadam :

To be your prisoner, should import offending;
Which is for me less easy to coN,
Than you to punish.

Her. Not your jailer then,

But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question yea
Of my lord's tricks, and your's, when you we
You were pretty lordings then.
Pol. We were, fair queeß,

Two lads, that thought there was no more be

But such a day to-morrow as to day,
Aud to be boy eterual.

Her. Was not my lord the verier wag othe two?

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The offences we have made you do, we'll answer;

If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us
You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not
With any 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 ouce,

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.
Our praises are our wages: You may ride us,
With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere
With spur we heat an acre. But to the jail :-
My last good was, to entreat his stay;
What was my first? it has an elder sister,
Or I mistake you: Oh! would her name were

But once before I spoke to the purpose: When?
Nay, let me have't; I long.

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 your's for ever.

Her. It is Grace, indeed.[twice: Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose The one for ever earn'd a royal busband; The other, for some while a friend.

[Giving her hand to POLIXENES. Leon: Too hot, too hot : [Aside. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. 1 have tremor cordis on me :--my heart dances; But not for joy,-not joy.-This entertainment May a free face put on; derive a liberty From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, And well become the agent; it may, I grant: But to be paddling palins, and pinching fingers, As now they are; and making practis'd smiles, As in a looking-glass ;-and then to sigh, as

'twere The mort o'the deer; + Oh! that is entertainment

My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillius,
Art thou my boy?

Mam. Ay, my good lord.
Leon. I'fecks ?

Why that's my bawcock.

What, hast smutch'd

thy nose?

They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, cap-
We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain:
And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf,
Are all call'd, neat.-Still virginalling

[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 sboots that I have,

To be full like me :-yet, they say, we are
Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
That will say any thing: But were they false
As o'er-died blacks, as wind, as waters; false
As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes
No bourn twixt his and mine; yet were it


To say this boy were like me.-Come, Sir page, Look on me with your welkin ** eye: Sweet

villain !

Most dear'st! my collop!-Can thy dam 1may't be?

Trembling of the heart.

The tune played at the death of the deer.
Hearty fellow.

1. e. Playing with her fingers as if on a spinnet.
Thou wantest a rough head, and the budding horns

that I have


.. Blue.

Affection thy intention stabs the centre:
Thou dost make possible, things not so held
Communicat'st with dreams;-(How can this
be ?)-

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 hardening of my brows.
Pol. What means Sicilia ?

Her. He something seems unsettled.
Pol. 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.

How sometimes nature will betray its folly
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To barder bosoms! Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methought, 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 quash, t this gentleman:-Mine honest


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
Do seem to be of our's?

Pol. If at home, Sir,

He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter:
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parasite, iny soldier, statesman, all:
He makes a July's day short as December;
And with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.

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 wei

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Cam. Ay, my good lord.


Leon. Go play, Mamillias; thou'rt an honest (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?


My wife's a hobby-horse: deserves a name
As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to
Before her troth-plight: say it, and justify it.

Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to bear
My sovereign mistress clouded so, without
My present vengeance taken: 'Shrew my heart,
You never spoke what did become you less
Than this; which to reiterate, were sin
As deep as that, though true.


Leon. Is whispering nothing

Sicilia is a so forth: 'Tis far gone,
When I shall gust↑ it last.-How came't, Camillo, Is leaning cheek to cheek ? is meeting noses ↑
That he did stay?
Kissing with inside lip stopping the career
Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infumble

Cam. At the good queen's entreaty.

Leon. At the queen's, be't: good, should be of breaking honesty :) horsing foot on foot!

Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swit!
Hours, minutes! noon, midnight! and all eyes

With the pin and web, but their's, their's only,
That would unseen be wicked? Is this muching t
Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is no-

Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; His business more material.

[made whispering,

Leon. Didst perceive it ?— They're here with me already;


But so it is, it is not. Was this faken
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, t
Perchance, are to this business purblind: say.

Cam. Business, my lord? I think, most understand

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Amongst the infinite doings of the world,
Sometime puts forth in your affairs, my lord,
If ever I were wilful-negligent,
It was my folly; if industriously
I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful
To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
Whereof the execution did cry out
Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear
Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord;
Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty
Is never free of. But, 'beseech your grace,
Be plainer with me; let me know my trespas
By its own visage: if I then deny it,

'Tis none of mine.

To round in the ear was to tell secretly.
↑ Taste.
Inferiors in "ank.
To hox is to hamstring.

Leon. Have not you seen, Camille,

(But that's past doubt: you have; of your eye

Is thicker than a cuckold's horn :) or beard,
(For, to a vision so apparent, ramour
Cannot be mute,) or thought, (for cogitation
Resides not in that man, that does not think i
My wife is slippery? If thon will confess,
(Or else be impudently negative,

To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought, then

The covering sky is nothing: Bobemia nothing:
My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these
If this be nothing.

Cam. Good my lord, be car'd

Of this diseas'd opiniou, and betimes;
For 'tis most dangerous.

Leon. Say, it be; 'tis true.

Cam. No, no, my lord.

Leon. It is; you lie, you lie :

I say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee:
Pronounce thee a gross fout, a mindless stave;
Or else a hovering temporizer, that
Canst with thine eyes at once see good are eâ,
Inclining to them both: Were my wife's liver
Infected as ber life, she would not live
The running of one glass. +

Cam. Who does infect her 1

Leon. Why he, that wears her like ber medal,
About his neck, Bohemia: Who-if 1

Had servants true about me: that bare eyes
To see alike mine honour as their profits,
Their own particular thrifts,-they would do
Which should undo more doing: Ay, and thou,
His cup-bearer,-whom I from meaner form
Have bench'd, and rear'd to worship; who
may'st see
Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees
How I am galled,-might'st bespice a cup,
To give mine enemy a lasting wink ;
Which draught to me were cordial

Cam. Sir, my lord,

I could do this; and that with no rash; potion,

1 Hour-glasa

• Disorders of the eye.

¡ Hasty.


But with a ling'ring dram, that should not work
Maliciously like poison: But I cannot
Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress
So sovereignly being honourable.

I have lov'd thee,-

Leon. Make't thy question, and go rot !
Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled,
To appoint myself in this vexation? sully
The purity and whiteness of my sheets,
Which to preserve, is sleep; which

Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps?
Give scandal to the blood o'the prince my son,
Who, I do think is mine, and love as mine;
Without ripe moving to't? Would I do this?
Could man so blench: t


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Do't, and thou hast one half of my heart;
Do't not, thou split'st thine own.

Cam. I'll do't, my lord.

Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis'd me. [Exit.

Cam. O miserable lady !-But, for me, What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner Of good Polixeues and my ground to do't Is the obedience to a master; one, Who, in rebellion with himself, will have All that are his, so too.-To do this deed, Promotion follows: If I could find example Of thousands, that had struck anointed kings, And flourish'd after, I'd not do't: but since Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not


Let villany itself forswear't. I must
Forsake the court to do't, or no, is certain
To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now!
Here comes Bohemia.


Pol. This is strange! methinks,

My favour bere begins to warp. Not speak ?— Good-day, Camillo.

Cam. Hail, most royal Sir !

Pol. What is the news i'the court?

Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near;
Which way to be prevented, if to be;
If not, how best to bear it.


Cam. Sir, I'll tell you;

Cam. None rare, my lord.

Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance,

As he had lost some province, and a region,
Lov'd as he loves himself; even now I met him
With customary compliment; when he,
Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling
A lip of much contempt, speeds from me; and
So leaves me, to consider what is breeding,
That changes thus his manners.

Cam. I dare not know, my lord.

Pol. How dare not? do not. Do you know, and dare not

Cam. There is a sickness

Which puts some of us in distemper; but
I cannot name the disease; and it is caught
Of you that yet are well.
Pol. How! caught of me 1

Make me not sighted like the basilisk:

I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better

By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo,-
As you are certainly a gentleman; thereto
Clerk-like, experienc'd, which no less adorns
Our gentry, than our parents' noble names,
In whose success we are gentle, I beseech

Be intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabouts;
For, to yourself, what you do know, you must;
And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo,
Your chang'd complexions are to me a mirror,
Which shows me mine chang'd to; for I must be
A party in this alteration, finding
Myself thus alter'd with it.

• Maliciously, with effects openly hurtful. Le. Could any mau so start off from propriety?


If you know aught which does behove my know ledge

Thereof to be inform'd, imprison it not

In ignorant concealment.
Cam. I may not answer.

Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet f


I must be answer'd.-Dost thou hear, Camillo,
I conjure thee, by all the parts of man,
Which honour does acknowledge,-whereof the

Is not this suit of mine,-that thon declare What incidency thou dost guess of harin

Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him
That think honourable: Therefore mark my


Which must be even as swiftly follow'd as

I mean to utter it; or both yourself and me Cry, lost, and so good-night.

Pol. On, good Camillo.

Cam. I am appointed Him to murder you.
Pol. By whom, Camillo ?

Cum. By the king.

Pol. For what?

Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he


As he had seen't, or been an instrument

To vice you to't,-that you have touch'd his queen


Pol. Oh! then my best blood turn
To an infected jelly; and my name
Be yok'd with his, that did betray the best!
Turn then my freshest reputation to

A savour, that may strike the dullest nostril
Where I arrive; and my approach be shumn'd,
Nay, bated too, worse than the great'st infection
That e'er was heard, or read!

Cam. Swear his thought over

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Than one condemn'd by the king's own mouth,


His execution sworn.

Pol. I do believe thee:

I saw his heart in his face. Give me thy hand;
Be pilot to me, and thy places shall

Still neighbour mine; My ships are ready, and
My people did expect my hence departure
Two days ago.-This jealousy

Is for a precious creature; as she's rare,
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

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1 Lady. She is spread of late

Into a goodly bulk: Good time encounter her!
Her. What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come,
Sir, now

I am for you again: Pray you, sit by us,
And tell's a tale.










Mam. Meriy, or sad, shall't be?
Her. As merry as you will.

Mam. A sad tale's best for winter:



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Mam. No, I'll none of you.



1 Lady. Why, my sweet lord ?
Mam. You'll kiss me hard; and speak to me Haz
as if

1 have one of sprites and goblins.

Her. Let's have that, Sir.

Come on, sit down :-Come on, and do your best To fright me with your sprites: you're powerful at it.



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Become some women best; so that there be not
Too much hair there, but in a simi-circle,
Or half-moon made with a pen.

2 Lady. Who taught you this?

Mam. I learn'd it out of women's faces.-
Pray now


What colour are your eye-brows?

1 Lady, blue, iny lord.


Mum. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a Virt lady's nose

That has been blue, but not her eye-brows.


2 Lady. Hark ye:

The queen, your mother, rounds space; we shall Fron Present our services to a fine new prince,

One of these days; and then you'd wanton with She' If we would have you.


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