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From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
Ay, my good lord.
[Observing POLIXEN ES and HERMIONE.
Yes, if you will, my lord.
that I have,5
false As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes
2 The tune played at the death of the deer.
5 Thou wanteft a rough head, and the budding horns that I have.
No bourns twixt his and mine; yet were it true
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 center: 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 may’st co-join 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. Pol.
What means Sicilia ? Her. He something seems unsettled. Pol.
How, my lord? What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? Her.
You look, As if you
held a brow of much distraction : Are you mov'd, my
lord ? Leon.
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 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 ornaments oft do, too dangerous. How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
This squash, this gentleman :-Mine honest friend, Will you take eggs for
If at home, sir,
So stands this squire
would seek us, We are yours i'the garden : Shall's attend
there? Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be
[Aside. Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE How she holds up the neb,} the bill to him!
9 Will you be cajoled ? 1 May his share of life be an happy one ! > Heir apparent, next claimant.
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
! 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
Mam. I am like you, they say.
Why that's some comfort. What! Camillo there?
SA horned one, a cuckold.
Cam. Ay, my good lord.
[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.
Didst perceive it! They're here with me already; whispering, rounding, Sicilia is a so-forth: 'Tis far gone, When I shall gust it last.-How came't, Camillo, That he did stay? Cam.
At the good queen's entreaty.
Cam. Business, my lord? I think, most understand
Stays here longer. Leon, Ay, but why?
6 To round in the ear was to tell secretly.