« ForrigeFortsæt »
A Room of state in the Palace.
Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MA
MILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.
Stay your thanks awhile;
Sir, that's to-morrow.
We are tougher, brother,
No longer stay
Very sooth, to-morrow. Leon. We'll part the time between's then: and in
I'll no gain-saying.
Press me not, 'beseech you, so; There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the
Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen ? speak you.
Well said, Hermione,
5 Gests were the names of the stages where the King appointed to lie, during a royal progress.
I love thee not a jar7 o’ the clock behind
I may not, verily. Her. Verily! You put me off with limber 8 vows: But I, Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with
oaths, Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily, You shall not go; a lady's verily is As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet? Force me to keep you as a prisoner, 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; Which is for me less easy to commit, Than you to punish. Her.
Not your gaoler then, But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you Of my Lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys; You were pretty lordings9 then. Pol.
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?
9 A diminutive of lords,
Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i'
And bleat the one at the other ; what we chang'd,
By this we gather,
O my most sacred lady,
Grace to boot!
first sinn'd with us, and that with us You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not With
but with us. Leon.
Is he won yet?
At my request, he would not.
Never, but once.
Setting aside original sin.
Her. What? have I twice said well? when was't
before? I pr’ythee, tell me: Cram us with praise, and make
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, ere With spur we heat an acre, But to the goal;My last good was, to entreat his stay; What was my first? it has an elder sister, Or I mistake you: 0, would her name were Grace! But once before I spoke to the purpose: When? Nay, let me have't; I long, Leon.
Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am yours for ever. Her..
It is Grace, indeed. Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose
twice: The one for ever earn'd a royal husband ; The other, for some while a friend.
[Giving her hand to POLIXENES.
Too hot, too hot: [Aside. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. I have tremor cordis' on me:-my heart dances; But not for joy,“not joy.-This entertainment May a free face put on; derive a liberty
· Trembling of the heart.