Leo. Is he won yet?

Her. He'll stay, my lord.........

Leo. At my request he would not:

Hermione, my dearest, thou ne'er spok'st

To better purpose.

Her. Never?

Leo. Never, but once.

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Her. What have I twice said well? when was't

before?

I pr'ythee, tell me; cram us with praise, and make's, As fat, as tame things: One good deed, dying tongue'less,

Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that

Our praises are our wages: You may ride us
With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs, ereu
With spur we heat an acre, but to the goal.
My last good deed was, to entreat his stay ;

What was my first ? it has an elder sister,

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Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace!

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

Leo. Why, that was when

Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to

death,

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,

And clepe thyself my love; then didst thou utter,

"I am your's for ever!"

Her. It is grace, indeed.

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Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose

twice:

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The one for ever earn'd a royal husband;

The other for some while a friend..

Leo. Too hot, too hot:

To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods.

[Aside.

I have tremor cordis on me:—my heart dances; 180
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 padling palms, 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 on the deer; ob, that is entertainment!?
My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillius,
Art thou my boy?.....

Mam. Ay, my good lord.

Leo I'fecks!

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Why, that's my bawcock. What? hast smutch'd thy

nose?

They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain,'.
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!

Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord.

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Leo. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots

g that I have,

To be full like me.- -Yet, they say, we are

Almost

Almost as like as eggs; women say so,

That will say any thing: But were they false,
As o'er-dy'd blacks, as winds, as waters; false
As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes

yet were it true

Come, sir page,
Sweet villain !

No bourn 'twixt his and mine;
To say, this boy were like me.
Look on me with your welkin-eye.
Most dear'st

be?

my collop! — can thy dam ?-may't

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,

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And fellow'st nothing. Then 'tis very credent,
Thou may'st cojoin with something; and thou dost
(And that beyond commission, and I find it),
And that to the infection of my brains,

And hardning of my brows.

Pol. What means Sicilia ?

Her. He something seems unsettled,

Pol. How, my lord?

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Leo, What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?

Her. You look,

As if you held a brow of much distraction.

Are not you mov'd, my lord?

Leo. No, in good earnest.

How sometimes nature will betray its folly !
Its tenderness; and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil
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Twenty

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 ornament oft does, 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.

Leo. 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 ours?

Pol. If at home, sir,

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

Leo. So stands this squire

Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord,

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And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione,
How thou lov'st us, shew in our brother's welcome:

Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap :

Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's

Apparent to my heart.

Her. If you will seek us,

We are yours i'the garden: Shall's attend you there? Leo. To your own bents dispose you; you'll be

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Be

Be you beneath the sky:-I am angling now,
Tho' you perceive me not how I give line;

Go to, go to!

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[Aside, observing HERMIONE.

How she holds up the neb, the bill to him!
And arms her with the boldness of a wife

[Exeunt POLIX. HER. and Attendants. Manent
LEO. MAM. and CAM.

To her allowing husband! Gone already; Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears fork'd one..

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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;

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And many a man there is, even at this present,
Now, while I speak 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,
Should all despair,
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
Would hang themselves. Physick for't there is

As mine, against their will.

none :

It is a bawdy planet, that will strike

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Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, From east, west, north, and south. Be it concluded,.

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