And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, It is Grace, indeed. Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice: [Giving her Hand to Polixenes. Too hot, too hot: [Aside. Leon. Mam. Leon. Ay, my good lord. I'fecks? Why that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy nose? They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, 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. [I have, Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that 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 true 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?-may't be? Affection! thy intention stabs the centre: Thou dost make possible, things not so held, And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent, And hardening of my brows. Pol. What means Sicilia? How, my lord? Her. He something seems unsettled. You look, What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? Leon. How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. [brother, Pol. B 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, Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's If you would seek us, Her. We are yours i'the garden: Shall's attend you there? Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be Be you beneath the sky :-I am angling now, [found, Though you perceive me not how I give line. Go to, go to! [Aside. Observing Polixenes and Hermione. How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing husband! Gone already; Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears a fork'd one.— [Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants. [been, Go, play, boy, play-thy mother plays, and I 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 Have the disease, and feel't not.-How now, boy? Leon. What! Camillo there? Why, that's some comfort.— Cam. Ay, my good lord. Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man. [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? Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made His business more material. Leon. When I shall gust it last.-How came't, Camillo, Cam. By any understanding pate but thine? [nent; More than the common blocks :-Not noted, is't, Leon. Cam. Leon. Ay, but why? Ha? Stays here longer. Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leon. Satisfy The entreaties of your mistress?-satisfy ?Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo, With all the nearest things to my heart, as well My chamber-counsels; wherein, priest-like, thou Hast cleans'd my bosom ; I from thee departed Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been In that which seems so. Cam. Be it forbid, my lord! Leon. To hide upon't ;-Thou art not honest: or, If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward; Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining From course requir'd: Or else thou must be counted A servant, grafted in my serious trust, And therein negligent; or else a fool, That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, And tak'st it all for jest. I Cam. My gracious lord, It was my folly; if industriously "Tis none of mine. Leon. Have not you seen, Camillo, (But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ;) or heard (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour Cannot be mute,) or thought (for cogitation To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say, |