In thofe unfledg'd days was my wife a girl; Her. Grace to boot!. Of this make no conclufion, left you fay, Leo. Is he won yet? Leo. At my requeft he would not: Her. Never? Leo. Never, but once. Her. What? have I twice faid well? when was't before? I pr'ythee, tell me; cram's with praise, and make's As fat as tame things: one good deed, dying tongue lefs, Slaughters a thoufand, waiting upon That. Leo. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had fowr'd themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, And clepe thy felf my love; then didft thou utter, "I am yours for ever. Her. 'Tis grace, indeed. Why, lo you now; I've spoke to th' purpose twice; The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; Th'other, for fome while a friend. Leo. Leo. Too hot, too hote To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. [Afide. I have tremor cordis on me my heart dances; and then to figh, as 'twere The mort o' th' deer; (4) oh, that is entertainment My bofom likes not, nor my brows Art thou my boy? Mam. Ay, my good lord. Leon. I' fecks! Mamillius, Why, that's my bawcock; what? has 't fmutch'd thy nose? They fay, it is a copy out of mine. Come, captain, We muit be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain; And yet the fteer, the heifer, and the calf, Are all call'd neat. Upon his palm? Art thou my calf? Still virginalling [Obferving Polixenes and Hermione, how now, you wanton calf! Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord. Leo. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the fhoots that I have, To be full like me. Yet they fay, we are That will fay any thing;- but were they false, (4) The Mort o'th' Deer.] To blow a Mart, is a hunting Phrafe, fignifying, to found a particular Air, call'd a Mort, to give notice that the Deer, which was hunted, is run down, and killing, or kill'd. F 4 Thou Thou doft make poffible things not be fo held, And fellow'ft Nothing. Then 'tis very credent, And hardning of my brows. Pol. What means Sicilia? Her. He fomething seems unfettled. Pol. How? my lord? Leo. What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? As if you held a brow of much Distraction. Léo. No, in good earnest. How fometimes nature will betray its folly! How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. Leo. You will! why, happy man be's dole. brother, Are you fo fond of your young Prince, as we Pol. If at home, Sir, He's all my exercife, my mirth, my matter; My Leo. Leo. So ftands this Squire Offic'd with me: we two will walk, my lord, Next to thy felf, and my young rover, he's Her. If you will seek us, We are yours i'th' garden: fhall's attend you there? [Afide, obferving Her. How the holds up the neb! the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife [Exe. Polix. Her. and attendants. Manent Leo. Mam. and Cam. To her allowing husband. Gone already, Inch thick, knee deep; o'er head and ears, a fork'd one. Go, play, boy, play thy mother plays, and I have been, there Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful: think it. It will let in and out the enemy, With bag and baggage: many a thousand of's Cam. Ay, my good lord. Leo. Go play, Mamillius thou'rt an honeft man [Ex. Mamil. Camillo, this Great Sir will yet ftay longer. Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold; When you caft out, it ftill came home. Leo. Didft note it? Cam. He would not ftay at your petitions made; His business more material. Leo. Didit perceive it? They're here with me already; whisp'ring, rounding 7 Sicilia is a fo-forth; tis far gone, When I fhall guft it laft. How came't, Camillo, That he did ftay? Cam. At the good Queen's entreaty. Leo. At the Queen's be't; good, fhould be perti nent; But fo it is, it is not. Was this taken By any understanding pate but thine? For thy conceit is foaking, will draw in Cam. Bufinefs, my lord? I think, most understand Leo. Ha? Cam. Stays here longer. Leo. Ay, but why? Cam. To fatisfie your Highness, and th' entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leo. Satisfie Th' entreaties of your mistress? fatisfie?- My |