"This is put forth too truly!"(2) Besides, I've stay'd Leon. We'll part the time between's, then: and in that I'll no gainsaying. Pol. Press me not, beseech you, so. (3) There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the world, Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder, Leon. Tongue-tied our queen? speak you. The by-gone day proclaim'd: say this to him, Leon. 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, We'll thwack him hence with distaffs. [To Polixenes] Yet of your royal presence I'll adventure The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give you my commission(4) Prefix'd for's parting:-yet, good deed, Leontes, Pol. Her. Nay, but you will? Pol. No, madam. I may not, verily. Her. Verily! You put me off with limber Vows; but I, Though you would seek t' unsphere the stars with oaths, You shall not go: a lady's "verily" 's Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you? 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; Than you to punish. Her. Not your gaoler, then, But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you We were, fair queen, Pol. 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 i̇' the sun, And bleat the one at th' other: what we chang'd Was innocence for innocence; we knew not That any did. Had we pursu'd that life, And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven Temptations have since then been born to 's; for Of Her. Grace to boot!(7) Of this make no conclusion, lest you say Your queen Leon. Is he won yet? Her. What! have I twice said well? when was 't before? I prithee tell me; cram's with praise, and make 's As fat as tame things: one good deed dying tongueless Our praises are our wages: you may ride's With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs, ere With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal:-(s) What was my first? it has an elder sister, Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! Leon. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death, And clap 9 thyself my love: then didst thou utter, "I am yours for ever." Her. It is(10) Grace indeed. Why, lo you now, I've spoke to the purpose twice: Th' other for some while a friend. [Giving her hand to Polixenes. Leon. [aside] May a free face put on; derive a liberty Mam. Leon. Ay, my good lord. I' fecks! Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy nose?— [Observing Polixenes and Hermione. Upon his palm?-How now, you wanton calf! Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord. Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots 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 No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true 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 co-join with something; and thou dost,— And that beyond commission; and I find it,—— And hardening of my brows. Pol. What means Sicilia? Her. He something seems unsettled. Pol. Ho, my lord! You look What cheer? how is 't with you, best brother? As if you held a brow of much distraction: Are you No, in good earnest.—(16) 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. Leon. You will? why, happy man be's dole!--My brother, Are you so fond of your young prince as we Do seem to be of ours ? If at home, sir, Pol. So stands this squire Leon. And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione, Next to thyself and my young rover, he's Apparent to my heart. Her. If you would seek us, We are yours i' the garden: shall's attend you there? Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found, |