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Were there necessity in your request, although
even drag me homeward; which to hinder, Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay, To you a charge and trouble. To save both, Farewell, our brother.
Tongue-tied, our queen? Speak you.
The by-gone day proclaimed; say this to him,
Well said, Hermione.
Her. To tell he longs to see his son, were strong:
But let him swear so, and he shall not stay;
Yet of your royal presence [To POL.] I'll adventure
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 oaths,
Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
Not like a guest: so you shall pay your fees,
Your guest, then, madam:
To be your prisoner, should import offending;
Than you to punish.
Not your jailer, then,
But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you
Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys; You were pretty, lordlings then.
We were, fair queen, Two lads that thought there was no more 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 twinned lambs, that did frisk i'the sun, And bleat the one at the other. What we changed, Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill doing, nor dreamed
That any did. Had we pursued that life,
By this we gather,
O, my most sacred lady,
Grace to boot!
Is he won yet? Her. He'll stay, my lord.
At my request he would not.
Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st
To better purpose.
Never, but once.
Her. What? have I twice said well? When was't before?
Our praises are our wages: you may ride us,
O, would her name were Grace!
Why, that was when
Or I mistake you.
It is grace, indeed.-
[Giving her hand to POLIXENES. Too hot, too hot.
To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods.
Ay, my good lord.
Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutched thy nose?—
[Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE.
Yes, if you will, my lord.
Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I
To be full like me: yet,
they say, we are
as like as eggs; women say so,
That will say any thing. But were they false
As o'er-dyed blacks, as
wind, as waters; false
Look on me with your welkin eye.
Most dearest! my collop!-can thy dam!-May't be? 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 mayst conjoin 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.
What means Sicilia?
How, my lord?
Her. He something seems unsettled.
What cheer? How is't with you, best brother?
As if you held a brow of much distraction.
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight,
Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole! — My
Are you so fond of your young prince, as we
Do seem to be of ours?
So stands this squire Officed 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 welcome;
Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap.
If you would seek us,
We are yours i'the garden. Shall's attend you there?
[Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE.
It is a
Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it,
It will let in and out the enemy,
With bag and baggage. Many a thousand of us
What! Camillo there?
Cam. Ay, my good lord.
Why, that's some comfort.
Leon. Go play, Mamillius: thou'rt an honest man.—
Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.
Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold;
cast out, it still came home.
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