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Luc.

Twenty crowns. [Katharina pulls of her cap and throws Pet. Twenty crowns !

it down. I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound, Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, But twenty times so much upon my wife. Till I be brought to such a silly pass ! Luc. A hundred then.

Bian. Fie! what a foolish duty call you this? Hor.

Content

Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too : Pet.

A match ; 'tis done. The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Hor. Who shall begin ?

Hast cost me a hundrederowns since supper-time. Luc.

That will I. Go, Bian. The more fool you for laying on my duty. Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these headBion. I go.

(Erit. strong wounen Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. Luc. I'll have no halves ; I'll bear it all myself. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will Re-enter Biondello.

have no telling.

Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her. How now! what news ?

Wid. She shall not. Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word Pet. I say, she shall ;--and first begin with her. That she is busy, and she cannot come.

Kath. Fié, fie! unknit that threat'ning unPet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come!

kind brow;
Is that an answer?
Gre.
Ay, and a kind one too;

And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, 1 Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.

To wound thy lord, thy kit:g, thy governor :

It blots thy beauty, as frosts do bite the meads; Pet. I hope, better. Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my

Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair

buds; wife,

And in no sense is meet or amiable. To come to me forth with.

[Erit Biondello Pet.

O, ho! entreat her! Muddy, ill seeming, thick, bereft of beauty i

A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled, Nay, then she must needs come. Hoi

1 am afraid, sir, will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.

And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.

Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Re-enter Biondello.

Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, Now, where's my wife ?

And for thy maintenance: commits his body Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in To painful labour, both by sea and land; hand;

To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, She will not come; she bids you come to her.

While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe Pet. Worse and worse ; she will not come ! o And craves no other tribute at thy hands, vile,

But love, fair looks, and true obedience ;Intolerable, not to be endur'd!

Too little payment for so great a debt. Sirrah, Grunio, go to your mistress;

Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Say, I command her come to me.

Even snch a woman oweth to her husband :

[Exit Grumio. And when she's froward, neevish, sullen, sour, Hor. I know her answer.

And, not obedient to his honest will, Pet.

What ?

What is she, but a foul contending rebel, Hor.

She will not come. And graceless traitor to her loving lord ?
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end. To offer war, where they should kneel for peace,

I am asham'd, that women are so simple
Enter Katharina.

Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Ka. When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. tharina !

Why are onr bodies soft, and weak, and smooth, Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send Unapt to toil and trouble in the world; for me?

But that our soft conditions and our hearts Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's Should well agree with our external parts ? wife ?

Come, come, you freward and unable worms! Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire. My mind hath been as big as one of youn's, Pet. Go feich them hither; if they deny to My heart as great; my reason, baply, more, come,

To bandy word for word, and frown for frown: Swinge me them soundly forth unto their hus- But now, I see, our lances are but straws; bands :

Our strength as weak, our weakness past com: Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.

pare,

(E.rit Katharina. That seeming to be most, which we least are. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot; Hor. And so it is ; I wonder what it bodes. And place your hands below your husband's foot: Pet Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet In token of which duty, if he please, life,

My hand is ready, may it do him ease. An awful rule, and right supremacy;

Pet. Why, there's a wench!-Come on, and And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and kiss me, Kate. happy.

Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou Bap. Now fair befall thee, good Petruchio !

shalt ha'l. The wager thou hast won; and I will add Vin. "Tis a good hearing, when children are Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;

toward. Another dowry to another daughter,

Luc. But a harsh hearing when women are froFor she is chang'd, as she had never been.

ward. Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet; Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed :And show more sign of her obedience, We three are married, but you two are sped. Her new-built virtue and obedience.

'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white;

[To Lucentio. Re-enter Katharina, with Bianca, and Widow. And, being a winer, God give you good night! See, where she comes; and brings your froward

[Ereunt Petruchio and Kath. wives

Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.

curst shrew. Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not; Luc. "Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be Of wilb that bauble, throw it under foot.

tam'd so.

[Exeunt

WINTER'S TALE.

PERSONS REPRESENTED. LEONTES, King of Sicilia.

An old Shepherd, reputed Father of Perdita. MAMILLIUS, his Son.

Clown, his Son.
CAMILLO,

Servant to the old Shepherd.
ANTIGONUS,
Sicilian Lords.

AUTOLYCUS, a Rogue.
CLEOMENES,
DION,

Time, as Chorus.

HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes.
Another Sicilian Lord.
ROGERO, a Sicilian Gentleman.

PERDITA, Daughter to Leontes and Hermione,

PAULINA, Wife to Antigonus.
An Attendant on the young Prince Mamillins.
Officers of a court of Judicature.

EMILIA, i Lady,
POLIXENES, King of Bohemia.

Two other Ladies, { attending the Queen. FLORIZEL, his Son.

DORCAS,

Shepherdesses.
ARCHIDAMUS, a Bohemian Lord.
A Mariner.

Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Satyrs for a Gaoler.

dance ; Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, &c. SCENE-sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes in Bohemia.

MOPSA

ACT I.

SCENB II.
SCENE I.

The same. A Room of State in the Palace. Sicilia An Antechamber in Leontes' Palace.

Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Hermione, Mamillius, Enter Camillo and Archidamus.

Camillo, and Attendants. Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bo- Pol. Nine changes of the wat'iy star have hemia, on the like occasion whereon my services been are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, The shepherd's note, since we have left onr throne great difference betwixt our Bohemia, and your Without a burden: time as long again Sicilia

Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks : Cam. I think, this coming summer, the King And yet we should, for perpetuity, of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher, which he justly owes hím.

Yet standing in rich place, I inultiply, Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame With one we-thank-you, many thousands more us, we will be justified in our loves; for, indeed, - That go before it. Cam. Beseech you,

Leon.

Stay your thanks awhile ; Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my And pay them when you part. knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence Pol.

Sir, that's to-morrow. -in so rare-I know not what to say.-- We I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance, will give you sleepy drinks: that your senses, un- Or breed upon our absence: That may blow intelligent of our insufficience, may, though they No sneaping winds at home, to make us say, cannot uraise us, as little accuse us.

This is pui forth too truly I Besides, I have Cam. You pay a great deal too dear for what's

stayed given freely.

To tire your royalty. Arch. Believe me, I speak as my nnderstanding Leon.

We are tougher, brother, instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to ut. Than you can put us to't. teiance.

Pol.

No longer stay. Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Leon. One seven-night longer. Bohemia. They were trained together in their Pol.

Very sooth, to-morrow. childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then Leon. We'll part the time between's then : and such an affection, which cannot choose but branch in that

Since their more mature dignities, and I'll no gainsaying. royal necessities, made separation of their society, Pol.

Press me not, 'beseech you, so; their encounters, though not personal, have been There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the royally attornied, with interchange of gifts, lel world, ters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to So soon as yours,conld win me : so it should now, be together, though absent; shook hands, as over Were there necessity in your request, although a vast; and embraced, as it were, from the ends of "Twere needful I denied it. My affairs opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves! Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder Arch. I think, there is not in the world either Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay, malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an un- To you a charge and trouble: to save both, speakable comfort of your young prince Mamil- Farewell, our brother. lius; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen ? speak you. that ever came into my note.

Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace, Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes until of him : it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh: they, You, sir, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet Charge him too coldly : Tell him, you are sure, their life, to see him a man.

All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction Arch. Would they else be content to die ? The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him,

Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why He's beat from his best ward. they should desire to live.

Lcon.

Well said, Hermione. Arch. If the king had no son, they would de Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, wara sire to live on crutches till he had one.-(Exeunt. strong:

now.

But let him say so then, and let him go; Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that.
But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, Our praises are our wages : You may ride us,
We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.-

With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere Yet of your royal presence [To Polixenes) I'll With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal ;adventure

My last good was, to entreat his stay; The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia What was my first; it has an elder sister, You take my lord, I'll give him my commission, Or I mistake you : 0, 'would, her name were To let him there a month, behind the gest

Grace! Prefix'd for his parting: yet good deed, Leontes, But once before I spoke to the purpose: When ? I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind Nay, let me hay't; I long. What lady she her Lord.-You'll stay?

Leon.

Why, that was when Pol.

No, madam. Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to Her. Nay, but you will ?

death, Pol.

I may not, verily. Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, Her. Verily!

And clap thy self my love: then didst thou utter, You put me off with limber vows: But I, I am yours for ever. Though you would seek to unsphere the stars Her.

It is grace, indeed. with oaths,

Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily,

twice: You shall not go ; a lady's verily is

The one for ever earn'd a royal husband;
As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet? The other, for some while a friend.
Force me to keep you as a prisoner,

[Griving her hand to Polixenes. Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees, Leon.

Too hot, too hot: (Aside. When you

depart, and save your thanks. How To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. say you?

I have tremor cordis on me :--my heart dances; My prisoner 1 or my guest ? by your dread verily, But not for joy,-not joy:--This entertainment One of them you shall be.

May a free face put on; derive a liberty Pol.

Your guest then, madam: From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, To be your prisoner, should import offending ; And well become the ngent: it may, I grant: Which is for me less easy to commit,

But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, Than you to punish.

As now they are: and making practis'd smiles, Her.

Not your gaoler then, As in a looking-glass ;-and then to sigh, as 'twere But your kind hostess. Come, I'll puestion you The mort o' the deer ; O, that is entertainment Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamilius, boys;

Art thou my boy? You were pretty lordlings then.

Mam.

Ay, my good lord.
Pol.
We were, fair queen, Leon.

l'fecks? Two lads that thought there was no more behind, Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd But such a day to-morrow as to-day,

thy nose ? And to be boy eternal.

They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come captain, Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain: two?

And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf, Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk Are all call'd, neat.-Still virginalling, i' the sun,

[Observing Polixenes and Hermione. And bleat the one at the other : what we chang'd, Upon his palm? How now, you wanton calf ? Was innocence for innocence: we knew not Art thou my calf ? The doctrine of ill doing, no, nor dream'a Мат.

Yes, if yon will, my lord. That any did: Had we pusued that life, Leon. Thon want'st a rough pash, and the And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd

shoots that I have, With stronger blood, we should have answer'd To be full like me: yet, they say, we are heaven

Almost as like as eggs; women say so, Bolly, Not Guilty ; the imposition cleared, That will say any thing: But were they false Hereditary ours.

As o'er-dyed blacks, as wind, as waters; false Her. By this we gather,

As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes You have tripp'd since.

No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it trie Pol

O my most sacred lady, To say this boy were like me. ---Come, sir page, Temptations have since then been born to us! Look on me with your welkin eye: Sweet vilfor

lain! In those unfledg'd days was my wise a girl ; Most dear'st! my collop !-Can thy dam 7Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes

may't be? Of my young play-fellow.

Affection thy intention stabs the centre: Her.

Grace to boot! Thou dost make possible, things not so held; Of this make no conclusion ; lest you say, Communicat'st with dreams ;-(How can this Your queen and I are devils: Yet, go on;

be!) The offences we have made you do, we'll an- With what's unreal thou coactive art, sver;

And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent, If yon first sinn'd with us, and that with us Thou may'st conjoin with something; and thou You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not dost; With any but with us.

(And that beyond commission, and I find it ;) Leon. Is he won yet?

And that to the infection of my brains, Her. He'll stay, my lord.

And hardening of my brows. Leon. At my request, he would not.

Pol.

What means Sicilia ? Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st Her. He something seems unsettled. To better purpose.

Pol.

How, my lord ? Her. Never ?

What cheer ? how is't with you, best brother? Leon. Never, but once. Her.

You look, Her. What? have I twice said well? when As if you held a brow of much distraction : was't before ?

Are you mov'd, my lord ? I pr’ythee, tell me : Cram us with praise and Leon.

No, in good earnest make us

How sometimes nature will betray its folly, As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime tongueless,

To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines

Of my boy's face, methought I did recoil

Leon.

Didst note it Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreech'd, Cam. He would not stay at your petitions In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,

made Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, His business more material. As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.

Leon.

Didst perceive it? How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, They're here with me already : whispering This squash, this gentleman'-Mine honest rounding, friend,

Sicilia is a so-forth : "Tis far gone, Will you take eggs for money!

When I shall gust it last.-How came't, Camilla Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.

That he did stay? Leon. You will? why, happy man be his Cam.

At the good queen's entreaty dole!-My brother,

Leon. At the queen's, be't: good, should b Are you so fond of your young prince, as we

pertinent; Do seem to be of ours?

Bit so it is, it is not. Was this taken Pol.

If at home, sir, By any understanding pate but thine ? He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy; More than the common blocks:-Not noted, is't My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all: But of the finer natures? by some severals, He makes a July's day short as December; Of head-piece extraordinary ? lower messes, And, with his varying childness, cures in me Perchance, are to this business purblind : say: Thoughts that would thick my blood

Cam. Business, my lord ! I think, most under Leon.

So stands this squire stand
Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord, Bohemia stays here longer.
And leave you to your graver steps. - Hermione, Leon.

Ha?
How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's wel Cam.

Stays here longer. come;

Leon. Ay, but why? Let what is dear in Sicily be chcap:

Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the enNext to thyself, and my young rover, he's

treaties Apparent to my heart.

of our most gracious mistress. Her. If you would seek is, Leon.

Satisfy We are yours i' the garden ; Shall's attend you The entreaties of your mistress ? — Satisfy ?there?

Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo, Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll With all the nearest things to my heart, as well be found,

My chamber-councils: wherein, priestlike, thou Be you beneath the sky :-1 am angling now, Hast cleans'd my bosom; I from thee departed Though you perceive me not how I give line! Thy penitent reform’d: but we have been Go to, go to ! [Aside. Observing Pol. and Her. Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! In that which seems so. And arms her with the boldness of a wife

Сат.

Be it forbid, my lord! To her allowing husband! Gone already! Leon. To bide upon't:--Thou art not honest: Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a or, fork'd one

If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward; [Ercunt Pol. Her. and Attendants. Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining Go, play, boy, play ;-thy mother plays, and I From course requir'd: or else thou must be Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue counted Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour A servant, grafted in my serious trust, Will be my knell.-Go, play, boy, play.—There and therein negligent; or else a fool, have been,

That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now;

drawn, And many a man there is, even at this present, And tak’st it all for jest. Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the Cam.

My gracions lord, arm,

I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; That little thinks, she has been sluic'd in his ab- In every one of these no man is frec, sence,

But that his negligence, his folly, fear, And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by Amongst the infinite doings of the world, Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort Sometimes puts forth : In your affairs, my lord, in't,

If ever I were wilful-negligent, Whiles other men have gates; and those gates It was my folly; if industriously. open'd,

I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
As mine, against their will: Should all despair, Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
Would hang themselves. Physick for't there is Whereof the execution did cry out
none;

Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike

Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord, Where is predominant; and 'tis powerful, Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty think it,

Is never free of. But, 'beseech your grace, From east, west, north, and south: Be it con- Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass cluded,

By its own visage: If I then deny it, No barricado for a belly; know it;

'T'is none of mine. It will let in and out the enemy,

Leon.

Have not you seen, Camilln, With bag and baggage : many a thousand of us (But that's past doubt: you have; or your eyes Have the disease, and feel't not.-How now, boy? glass Mam. I am like you, they say.

Is thicker than a cuckold's horn;) or heard, Leon.

Why, that's some comfort.-(For, to a vision so apparent, rumour What! Camillo there?

Cannot be mute, or thought,-(for cogitation Cam. Ay, my good lord.

Resides not in that man, that does not think Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest it) man.

(Exit Mamillius. My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess, Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. (Or else be impudently negative, Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor to have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then

say, When you cast out, it still came home. My wife's a hobby-horse ; deserves a name

hold:

me.

As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to Cam. My lord,
Before her troih-plight: say it, and justify it. Go then; and with a countenance as clear
Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohe-
My sovereign mistress clouded so, without

mia,
My present vengeance taken: 'Shrew my heart, And with your queen: I am his cupbearer ;
You never spoke what did become you less If from me he have wholesome beverage,
Than this, which to reiterate, were sin

Account me not your servant. As deep as that, though true.

Leon.

This is all : Leon.

Is whispering nothing? Do't and thou hast the one half of my heart; Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? Do't not, thou splitst thine own. Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career

Cam.

I'I do't, my lord Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infallible Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advis'd Of breaking honesty :) horsing foot on foot ?

[Eril Skulking in corner's ? wishing clocks more swift? Cam. O miserable lady I-But, for me, Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight? and all eyes What case stand I in ? I must be the poisoner blind

of good Polixenes : and my ground to do 't With pin and web, but theirs, theirs only, Is the obedience to a master; one, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing? Who, in rebellion with himself, will have Why then, the world, and all that's in't, is no- All that are his, so too.-To do this deed, thing;

Promotion follows: If I could find example The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; of thousands, that had struck anointed kings, My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these no- And flourish'd after, I'd not do't : but since things,

Nor brass, nor stone, nor parchment, bears not If this be nothing.

one, Can

Good my lord, be cur'd Let villany itself forswear't. I must Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes;

Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain For 'tis most dangerous.

To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now ! Leon

Say, it be; 'tis true. Here comes Bohemia.
Cam. No, no, my lord
Leon
It is: you lie, you lie;

Enter Polixenes.
I say, thon liest, Camillo, and I hate thee:

Pol.

This is strange! methinks, Pronounce thee a gross lont, a mindless slave; My favour here begins to warp. Not speak? Or else a hovering temporizer, that

Good day, Camillo. Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, Cam.

Hail, most royal sir ! Inclining to them both: Were my wife's liver

Pol. What is the news i' the court ? Infected as her life, she would not live

Cam.

None rare, my lord. The running of one glass.

Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance, Сат.

Who does infect her? As he had lost some province, and a region, Leon. Why he, that wears her like his medal, Lovd as he loves himself: even now I met him hanging

With customary compliment ; when he, About his neck, Bohemia : Who-if I

Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and falling Had servants true about me: that bare eyes

A lip of much contempt, speeds from me; and To see alike mine honour as their profits, So leaves me, to consider what is breeding, Their own particular thrifts,--they would do that changes thus his manners. that

Cam. I dare not know, my lord. Which should undo more doing: Ay, and thou, Pol. How! dare not ? do not. Do you know, His cup-bearer,--whom I from meaner form

and dare not Have bench'd, and reard to worship; who Pe intelligent to me? 'Tis thereabonts ; may'st see

For, to yourself, what you do know, you must; Plainly, as heaven sees earth, and earth sees And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo, heaven,

Your chang'd complexions are to me a mirror, How I am galled,-might'st bespice a cup, Which shows me mine chang'd too: for I must bo To give mine enemy a lasting wink;

A party in this alteration, finding
Which draught to me were cordial."

Myself thus alter'd with it.
Cam.
Sir, my lord, Can.

There is a sickness
I could do this: and that with no rash potion, Which puts some of us in distemper; but
But with a ling'ring dram, that should not work I cannot name the disease ; and it is caught
Maliciously like poison: But I cannot

Of you that yet are well. Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, Pol.

How ! canght of me? So sovereignly being honourable.

Make me not sighted like the basilisk:
I have lov'd thee,
Leon. Make't thy question, and go rot!

I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the

better Dost think, I am so muddy, so unsettled,

By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo, To appoint myself in this vexation ? sully

As you are certainly a gentleman ; thereto, The prurity and whiteness of my sheets,

Clerk-like, experienc'd, which no less adorns Which to preserve, is sleep, which being spotted, Our gentry, than our parents' noble names, Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps ?

In whose success we are gentle, I beseech you, Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son,

If you know aught which does behoove my know Who, I do think is mine, and love as mine;

ledge Without ripe moving to't? Would I do this?

Thereof to be inform'd, imprison it not
Could man so blench?

In ignorant concealment.
Сат.
I must believe you, sir;
Cam.

I may not answer Ido: and will setch off Bohemia fort;

Pol. A sickness canght of me, and yet I well Provided, that when he's remov'd, your bighness I must be answerd.Dost thou hear, Camillo, Will take again your queen, as yours at first; I conjure thee, by all the parts of man, Even for your son's sake; and, thereby, for which honour does acknowledge,-whereof the sealing

least The injury of tongues in courts and kingdoms Is not this suit of mine,--that thou declare Known and allied to yours.

What incidency thou dost guess of harm Leon.

Thou dost advise me, Is creeping toward me; how far off, how near ; Even so as I mine own course have set down: Which way to be prevented, if to be ; Ju give no blemish to her honour, none. Jif not, how best to bear it.

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