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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
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 ? ; 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
in the hopes of him: it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physicks the subjects, 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.
1 Supplied by substitution of embassies. 2 Wide waste of country. 3 Affords a cordial to the state.
A Room of State in the Palace.
Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MA
MILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants. Pol. Nine changes of the wat’ry star have been The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne Without a burden : time as long again Would be fill’d up, my brother, with our thanks ; And yet we should, for perpetuity, Go hence in debt : And therefore, like a cipher, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply, With one we-thank-you, many thousands more That go
before it. Leon.
Stay your thanks awhile ;
Sir, that's to-morrow.
We are tougher, brother, Than
you can put us to't. Pol.
No longer stay.
Very sooth, to-morrow.
in that I'll no gain-saying. Pol.
Press me not, 'beseech you, so : There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'the
world, So soon as yours, could win me : so it should now,
Were there necessity in your request, although
Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen ? speak you.
until You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You,
Well said, Hermione.
adventure The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give him my commission, To let him there a month, behind the gest 5 Prefix'd for his parting: yet, good deed , Leontes, I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind What lady she her lord.
You'll stay? Pol.
No, madam. Her. Nay, but you will. Pol.
may not, verily. Her. Verily! You put me off with limber vows: But I, Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with
5 Gests were the names of the stages where the King appointed to lie, during a royal progress.
Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily,
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
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? 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,
7 A diminutive of lords.
O my most sacred lady, Temptations have since then been born to us : for In those unfledg’d days was my wife a girl ; Your precious self had then not cross’d the eyes Of my young play-fellow. Her.
Grace to boot! Of this make no conclusion; lest
you say, Your queen
and I are devils : Yet, go on; The offences we have made you do, we'll answer ; If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not With any
but with us. Leon.
Is he won yet?
At my request, he would not.
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 As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying
Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to
death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,