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Cam. 'Beseech you,
Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence-in so rare-I know not what to say. -We will give you sleepy drinks; that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us.
Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's given freely. Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.
Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attornied,* with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast;t and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves!
Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note.
Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh they, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him a man.
Arch. Would they else be content to die?
Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.
Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.-The same. A Room of State in the Palace.
Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.
Pol. Nine changes of the wat❜ry star have been
Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher,
Leon. Stay your thanks awhile;
And pay them when you part.
I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance,
* Nobly supplied by ambassadors.
Affords a cordial to the state.
Or breed upon our absence.* That may blow
Leon. We are tougher, brother,
Leon. We'll part the time between's then: and in that
Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you so;
There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the world,
Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you.
Her. I had thought, Sir, to have held my peace, until
The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him,
Leon. Well said, Hermione.
Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong:
Yet of your royal presence [TO POLIXENES], I'll adventure
You take my lord, Ill give him my commission,
Pol. No, Madam.
Her. Nay, but you will?
Pol. I may not, verily.
You put me off with limber** vows: But I,
You shall not go; a lady's verily is
As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet?
The satisfactory intelligence we had yesterday.
Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees,
Pol. Your guest then, Madam:
To be your prisoner, should import offending;
Her. Not your jailer then,
But your kind hostess. Come I'll question you
Pol. We were, fair queen,
Two lads, that thought there was no more behind,
Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two?
Her. By this we gather, You have tripp'd since.
Pol. O my most sacred lady,
Temptations have since then been born to us: for
Her. Grace to boot!
Of this make no conclusion; lest you say,
With any but with us.
Leon. Is he won yet?
Her. He'll stay, my lord.
Leon. At my request he would not.
Hermione, my dearest, thou never spokest
Her. Never ?
Leon. Never, but once.
Her. What? have I twice said well? when was't before?
I pr'ythee, tell me: Cram us with praise, and make us
*A diminutive of lords.
+ Setting aside original sin.
Grace help me.
Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that.
Leon. Why, that was when
Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death,
Her. It is Grace, indeed.
Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice:
Leon. Too hot, too hot:
Mam. Ay, my good lord.
Leon. I' fecks?§
[Giving her hand to POLIXENES. [Aside.
Why that's my bawcock.|| What, hast smutch'd thy nose?-
[Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. Upon his palm ?-How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf?
Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord.
Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoot's that I have** To be full like me:-yet, they say, we are Almost as like as eggs; women say so, That will say anything: But were they false As o'er-dyed blacks, as wind, as waters; false
* By joining hands.
+ Trembling of the heart. The tune played at the death of the deer. By my faith. Beau and coq. I. e. playing with her fingers as on a spinnet. **Thou wantest a rough head, and the budding horns that I have. tt I. e. stuffs.
As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes
And hardening of my brows.
Pol. What means Sicilia?
Her. He something seems unsettled.
What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?
As if you held a brow of much distraction:
Leon. No, in good earnest.
How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
This quash, this gentleman:-Mine honest friend,
Will you take eggs for money ?**
Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.
Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole !tt-My brother, Are you so fond of your young prince, as we Do seem to be of ours?
Pol. If at home, Sir,
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter:
Leon. So stands this squire
Office'd with me: We two will walk, my lord,
** Will you be insultingly cajoled?
§ Intent, imagination.
+ Slice of me.