They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain: And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf

Are all call'd neat.-Still virginalling

[observing Polix. and Herm.

Upon his palm ? 2-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 shoots 3

that I have,

To be full like me :-yet, they say, we are
Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
That will say any thing: but were they false
As o'er-died blacks, as wind, as waters; false
As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes
No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true
To say this boy were like me.-Come, sir page,
Look on me with your welkin eye. Sweet villain!
Most dear'st! my collop!-Can thy dam ?—may 't
be?

4

A corruption of beau coq, i. e. hearty fellow.
2 Still playing with her fingers, as if on a spinnet.
3 A rough head and the budding horns.

4 Blue, like the sky.

Affection! thy intention stabs the centre:

Thou dost make possible things not so held; Communicatest with dreams ;-(How can this be?)— With what's unreal thou coactive art,

And fellow'st nothing. Then, 'tis very credent,1 Thou mayst co-join with something; and thou dost;

(And that beyond commission; and I find it) And that to the infection of my brains,

And hardening of my brows.

Pol.

Her. He something seems unsettled.
Pol.

What means Sicilia ?

How, my lord?

You look,

What cheer? how is 't with you, best brother?

Her.

As if you

held a brow of much distraction. Are you moved, my lord?

Leon.

No, in good earnest.-
How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methought, I did recoil
Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,
Lest it should bite its master, and so prove,

As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.

How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This squash, this gentleman!-Mine honest friend,

1 Credible.

2 A squash is an immature pea-cod.

Will you take eggs for money

? 1

Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.

Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole! ———
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:
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all:
He makes a July's day short as December;
And, with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.

Leon.
So stands this squire
Officed with me. We two will walk, my lord,

And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione,
How thou lovest us, show in our brother's welcome;
Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap:

Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's
Apparent to my heart.

Her.

If you would seek us,

We are yours i' the garden: shall's attend you

there?

Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found,

Be you beneath the sky.—I am angling now,

I Will you be cajoled?

"May his lot in life be a happy one. A proverbial expression.

3 Heir apparent, next claimant.

Though you perceive me not how I give line.
Go to, go to!
How she holds up the neb,1 the bill to him!
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
To her allowing 2 husband! Gone already;
Inch-thick, knee-deep; o'er head and ears a fork'd

[aside, observing Pol. and Her.

one.3.

[Exeunt Pol. Her. and Attendants. Go, play, boy, play ;-thy mother plays, and I Play too; but so disgraced a part, whose issue Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamor Will be my knell.-Go, play, boy, play.-There have been,

Cr I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now;

And many a man there is, even at this present, Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm, That little thinks she has been sluiced in his ab

sence,

And his pond fish'd by his next neighbor, by

Sir Smile, his neighbor: nay, there's comfort in 't, Whiles other men have gates; and those gates open'd,

As mine, against their will. Should all despair, That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves. Physic for 't there is

none;

It is a bawdy planet, that will strike

Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it,

1 Mouth.

2 Approving.

3 A horned one.

From east, west, north, and south.

cluded,

No barricado for a belly; know it;

It will let in and out the enemy,

Be it con

With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us Have the disease, and feel 't not.-How now, boy? Mam. I am like you, they say.

Leon.

Why, that's some comfort.

What! Camillo there?

Cam. Ay, my good lord.

Leon. Go, play, Mamillius; thou 'rt an honest

man.

[Exit Mam.

Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.

Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor

hold;

When you cast out, it still came home.

Leon.

Didst note it?

Cam. He would not stay at your petitions; made His business more material.

Leon.

Didst perceive it?—

They're here with me already; whispering, round

ing,1

· Sicilia is a so-forth.' 'Tis far gone,

When I shall gust it last.-How came 't, Camillo, That he did stay?

Cam.

At the good queen's entreaty. Leon. At the queen's be 't: good should be per

tinent;

1 To round in the ear, is to tell secretly.

2 Taste.