SCENE II. The fame. A Room of State in the fame. Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and MAMILLIUS; CAMILLO, and Attendants, young following. POL. Nine changes of the watry star have been Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks; Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cypher, With one we-thank-you, many thousands more LEO. Stay your thanks a while; And pay them when you part. POL. Sir, that's to-morrow. I am queftion'd by my fears, of what may chance I have ftay'd to tire your royalty. Than you can put us to't. LEO. One fev'n-night longer. POL. Very footh, to-morrow. LEO. We'll part the time between's then; and in that I'll no gain-faying. POL. Prefs me not fo, 'beseech you: There is no tongue that moves; none, none i'the world, So foon as yours, could win me: fo it should now, were there 6 hath been 19 that may blow | No neaping 21 too truly: 30 'befeech you) fo': Neceffity in your requeft, although LEO. Tongue-ty'd, our queen? fpeak you. HER. I had thought, fir, to have held my peace, until The by-gone day proclaim'd; fay this to him, LEO. Well faid, Hermione. HER. To tell, he longs to fee his fon, were strong: But let him fay fo then, and let him go; But let him fwear fo, and he shall not stay, Yet of your royal presence [to Pol.] I'll adventure You take my lord, I'll give you my commiffion, What lady fhe her lord. You'll stay ? POL. No, madam. HER. Nay, but you will. POL. I may not, verily. HER. Verily! You put me off with limber vows: But I, Though you would seek to unsphere the ftars with oaths, Should yet fay, Sir, no going. Verily, 21 give him my You shall not go; a lady's verily is Not like a gueft; so you shall pay your fees, When you depart, and fave your thanks. How fay you? POL. Your gueft then, madam: To be your prisoner, fhould import offending; Than you to punifh. HER. Not your jailer then, But your kind hoftefs. Come, I'll question you' POL. We were, fair queen, Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, And to be boy eternal. HER. Was not my lord The verier wag o'the two? POL. We were as twin'd lambs, that did frisk i'the fun, And bleat the one at the other : what we chang'd, Was innocence for innocence; we knew not And our weak fpirits ne'er been higher rear'd With stronger blood, we fhould have answer'd heaven Boldly, Not guilty; th' imposition clear'd, Hereditary ours. HER. By this we gather, You have tript fince. Poz. O my most facred lady, Temptations have fince then been born to us: for HER. Grace to boot! Of this make no conclusion; left you say, LEO. Is he won yet? HER. He'll stay, my lord. LEO. "At my requeft, he would not. Hermione, my dear'ft, thou never spok'st 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 us with praise, and make us As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongueless, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages: You may ride us Or I mistake you; -O, would her name were Grace!. LEO. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had four'd themselves to death, 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 fome while a friend. [giving her Hand to Pol. LEO. "Too hot, too hot: Lobserving them. "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, fertile bosom," "And well become the agent: : 't may, I grant:' "But to be padling palms, and pinching fingers, "As now they are; and making practif'd fmiles, "As in a looking-glass.; and then to figh, as 'twere " "The mort o'the deer; o, that is entertainment, 66 My bosom likes not, nor my brows."— Mamillius, Art thou my boy? MAM. Ay, my good lord. LEO. I'fecks? Why, that's my bawcock. What, haft fmutch'd thy nose?___ Come, captain, [pulling the Boy to him, and wiping him. Are all call'd, neat."Still virginalling 66 Upon his palm?" How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf? MAM. Yes, if you will, my lord. 3 clap |