Of this make no conclufion, left you fay
Your Queen and I are devils. Yet go on,
Th'offences we have made you do, we'll answer,
If you first finn'd with us, and that with us
You did continue fault; and that you flipt not
With any but with us.

Leo. Is he won yet?

Her. He'll ftay, my Lord.

Leo. At my request he would not: Hermione, my deareft, thou ne'er fpok'ft To better purpose.

Her. Never?

Leo. Never, but once.

Her. What? have I twice faid well? when was't before?
I pr'ythee tell me ; cram's with praise, and make's
As fat as tame things: one good deed, dying tongueless,
Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that.

Our praises are our wages. You may ride's
With one foft kifs a thousand furlongs, ere
With fpur we heat an acre. But to th❜goal:
My laft good deed was to intreat his stay ?
What was my firft ? it has an elder fifter,
Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace!
But once before I fpake to th' purpofe? when?
Nay, let me have't; I long.

Leo. Why, that was when

Three crabbed months had fowr'd themselves to death,
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,

And clepe thy felf my love; then didst thou utter,

I am yours for ever.

Her. This is grace indeed.

Why, lo you now; I've spoke to th' purpose twice
The one for ever earn'd a royal husband;
The other, for fome while a friend.

Leo. Too hot

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
From heartiness, from bounty's fertile bofom;

B 3

[Afide.

And

And well become the Agent:'t may, I grant
But to be padling palms, and pinching fingers,"
As now they are, and making practis'd fmiles
As in a looking-glafs-and then to figh, as 'twere
The mort o'th deer; oh, that is entertainment
My bofom likes not, nor my brows - Mamillus,,
Art thou my boy?

Mam. Ay, my good Lord

Lea. I'fecks!

Why, that's my bawcock; what, has't smutch'd thy nofe
They fay it is a copy out of mine. Come, captain,
We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain;

[Wipes the boy's face.

And yet the fteer,

the heifer, and the calf,

Are all call'd neat.

Still virginalling

[Obferving Polixenes and Hermione

Upon his palm-how, now, you wanton calf!

Art thou my calf?

Mam. Yes, if you will, my Lord..

Leo, Thou want'ft a rough pash, and the shoots that have, To be full like me. Yet they fay we are

Almoft as like as eggs; women fay fo,

That will fay any thing; but were they falfe,

As o'er-dy'd blacks, as winds, as waters; falfe
As dice are to be wifh'd, by one that fixes
No borne 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true,
To fay this boy is like me. Come, Sir page,
Look on me with your welking eye, fweet villain.
Moft dear'ft, my collop-can thy dam? may't be
Imagination! thou doft ftab to th' center.
Thou doft make poffible, things not to be fo held,
Communicat'ft with dreams, (how can this be?)
With what's unreal, thou coactive art!

And fellow'ft nothings. Then 'tis very credent
Thou may'ft co-join with fomething, and thou doff,
And that beyond commiffion; and I find it,

* A leffon upon the horn at the death of the deer. -

t A black dye being ufed in too great quantity doth not only make, the cloth to rot upon which it is put, but the colgar it felf to fade d grow fully much the fooner

And

And that to the infection of my brains,
And hardning of my brows.

Pol. What means Sicilia ?

Her. He fomething feems unfettled.

Pol, How my Lord

What cheer? how is it with you, my beft brother P
Her. You feem to hold a brow of much diftraction
Are you not mov'd, my Lord

Leo. No, in good earneft.

How fometimes nature will betray its folly!
Its tenderness and make it felf a paftime
To harder bofoms! Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methoughts did recoil
Twenty three years, and faw my felf unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled,
Left it should bite its mafter, and fo prove,
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous ;.

How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
This fquafh, this gentleman! Mine honest friend,
Will you take eggs for mony?

Mem. No, I'll fight.

Lea. You will! why, happy man be's dole! My brother, you fo fond of your young Prince, as we Do feem to be of ours?

Are

Pol. If at home, Six,

He's all my exercife, my mirth, my matter
Now my fworn friend, and then mine enemy
My parafite, my foldier, ftates-man, all;
He makes a July's day fhort as December,
And with his varying childishness, cures in me
Thoughts that should thick my blood.

Leo. So ftands this Squire

Offic'd with me: we two will walk, my Lord,
And leave you to your graver feps. Hermione,
How thou lov't us, fhew in our brother's welcome a
Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap:

Next to thy felf, and my young rover, he's

Apparent to my heart.

Her. If you would feck us,

t

We are yours i' th' garden: hall's attend you there ?

Leo. To your own bents difpofe you; you'll be found, Be you beneath the fky: I am angling now,

Tho' you perceive me not how I give line;
Go to, go to.

[Afide, obferving Her. How the holds up the neb! the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife

[Exe. Polix. Her. and Attendants, Manent Leo, Mam. and Cam.

To her allowing hufband. Gone already!

Inch thick, knee deep; o'er head and ears a fork'd one.
Go play, boy, play-thy mother plays, and I
Play too; but fo difgrac'd a part, whofe iffue
Will hifs me to my grave: contempt and clamour
Will be my knell. Go play, boy, play there have been,
Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now;
An many a man there is, even at this prefent,
Now while I speak this, holds his wife by th'arm,
That little thinks fhe has been fluic'd in's abfence,
And his pond fifh'd by his next neigbour, by
Sir Smile, his neighbour : nay, there's comfort in't,
Whiles other men have gates, and those gates open'd,
As mine, against their will. Should all defpair
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
Would hang themselves. Phyfick for't there is none
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike

Where 'tis predominant;

*

many a thousand of's

Have the difeafe, and feel't not. How now, boy?

Mam. I am like you, they fay.

Leo. Why, that's fome comfort.

What

is Camillo there?

Cam. Ay, my good Lord.

Leo. Go play, Mamillus-thou'rt an honeft man,

[Exit Mamillus,

SCENE III.

Camillo; this great Sir will yet ftay longer.

Cam. You had much ado to make the anchor hold;

⭑... predominant; and 'tis powerful: think it.

From east, weft, north and fouth, be it concluded,

No barricado for a belly. Know't,
It will let in and out the enemy,

With bag and baggage: many, t.

When

When you caft out, it still came bote.

Leo. Didft note it?

Cam. He would not ftay at your petitions made His bufinefs more material

Lee. Didft perceive it?

They're here with me already; whifp'ring round,
Sicilia is a fo forth; 'tis far gone,

When I fhall guft it laft. How came't, Camillo,
That he did stay?

Cam. At the good Queen's entreaty,

Leo. At the Queen's be't; good thould be pertinent;
But fo it is, it is not. Was this taken

By any understanding pate but thine?
For thy conceit is foaking, will draw in
More than the common blocks; not noted, is
But of the finer natures? by fome feverals
Of head-piete extraordinary ? lower meffes
Perchance are to this bufinefs purblind fay
Cam. Bufinefs, my Lord
Bithynia ftays here longer.
Leo. Haftays here longer.

think most understand

Ay, but why

Cam. To fatisfe your Highness, and the entreaties

Of our most gracious mifirefs.

Leo. Satisfie

Th' entreaties of your mistress * fatisfie

Let that fuffice. I've trufted thee, Camillo,
With all the things neareft my heart, with all
My chamber-councels, wherein, prieft-like, thou
Haft cleans'd my bofom I from thee departed
Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been
Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd

In that which feems fo..

Cam. Be it forbid, my Lord!

Leo. To bide upon't thou art not honeft, or,
If thou inclin' that way, thou art a coward,
Which hockles honefty behind, refraining

From courfe requir'd; or elfe thou must be counted
A fervant grafted in my ferious truft,
And therein negligent; or elfe a fool,

That feeft a game plaid home, the rich fake drawn,

And