Leon. We'll part the time between's then; and in that I'll no gainsaying. 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 'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs Do even drag me homeward; which to hinder, Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you. Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace, until You had drawn oaths from him not to stay. You, sir, Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure, All in Bohemia 's well: this satisfaction 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: But let him say so then, and let him go; But let him swear so, and he shall not stay; Yet of your royal presence [to Polixenes.] I'll ad venture The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give him my commission, Prefix'd for his parting; yet, good deed,3 Leontes, You put me off with limber vows: but I, Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with oaths, Should yet say, 'Sir, no going.' Verily, You shall not go; a lady's verily is As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet? Force me to keep you as a prisoner, Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees, When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you? My prisoner, or my guest? by your dread verily, 1 Tarry. 2 Gests were the appointed stages during a royal progress. 3 Indeed. 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 jailer then, But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you We were, fair queen, Pol. 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' the sun, And bleat the one at the other: what we changed, Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd That any did. Had we pursued that life, And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd With stronger blood, we should have answer'd Heaven Boldly, Not Guilty;' the imposition clear'd, Hereditary ours.? Her. By this we gather, You have tripp'd since. 1 A diminutive of lords. 2 Setting aside original sin. Pol. O my most sacred lady, Temptations have since then been born to us: for In those unfledged 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, 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 Leon. Is he won yet? Her. What? have I twice said 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, With one soft kiss, a thousand With spur we heat an acre. furlongs, ere But to the goal: My last good deed was, to entreat his stay; Or I mistake you. O, would her name were Grace! But once before I spoke to the purpose: when? Nay, let me have 't; I long. Leon. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am yours for ever.' 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 some while a friend. Leon. [giving her hand to Polix. Too hot, too hot: [aside. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. 'Trembling of the heart. The tune played at the death of the deer. |