What! have I twice said well? when was 't before? Our praises are our wages: you may ride's Or I mistake you: Oh, would her name were Grace! LEONTES. 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.' HERMIONE. 'Tis 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. LEONTES.(Aside.) X Too hot, too hot! To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods. From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, As in a looking-glass, And then to sigh, as 'twere The mort o' the deer; Oh, that is entertainment MAMILLIUS. LEONTES. Ay, my good lord. I' fecks! Why that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy nose? They say it is 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 Upon his palm!-How now, you wanton calf! Art thou my calf? MAMILLIUS. LEONTES. Yes, if you will, my lord. Thou want'st a rough pash and the shoots that I have, Almost as like as eggs; women say so, And fellow'st nothing: then 'tis very credent Thou mayst co-join with something; and thou dost, And that to the infection of my brains And hardening of my brows. POLIXENES. HERMIONE. What means Sicilia? He something seems unsettled. POLIXENES. How, my lord! You look What cheer? how is 't with you, best brother? HERMIONE. As if you held a brow of much distraction: No, in good earnest. How sometimes nature will betray its folly, In As ornaments oft do, too dangerous: How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend, MAMILLIUS. No, my lord, I'll fight. LEONTES. You will? why, happy man be's dole!-My brother, Do seem to be of ours? POLIXENES. If at home, sir, He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: So stands this squire. Offic'd with me: we two will walk, my lord, And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione, How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's welcome; Next to thyself and my young rover, he's HERMIONE. If you would seek us, We are yours i' the garden: shall's attend you there? LEONTES. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found, Be you beneath the sky. (Aside.) I am angling now, Though you perceive me not how I give line. Go to, go to! How she holds up the neb, the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing husband! (Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, & Attendants.) Gone already! Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd one!— Go, play, boy, play: thy mother plays, and I Play too; but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue Will hiss me to my grave: contempt and clamour Will be my knell. Go, play, boy, play.-There have been Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, With bag and baggage: many thousand on 's Have the disease, and feel 't not.-How now, boy! MAMILLIUS. I am like you, they say. LEONTES. What, Camillo there? CAMILLO. Why, that's some comfort. LEONTES. Go play, Mamillius; thou 'rt an honest man. (Exit Mamillius. Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. You had much ado to make his anchor hold: LEONTES. CAMILLO. Didst note it? He would not stay at your petitions; made LEONTES. (Aside.) Didst perceive it! They're here with me already; whispering, rounding 'Sicilia is a so-forth:' 'tis far gone, When I shall gust it last.-How came 't, Camillo, CAMILLO. LEONTES. At the good queen's entreaty. At the queen's be 't: 'good' should be pertinent; By any understanding pate but thine? For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in More than the common blocks: not noted, is 't, 'Business,' my lord! I think most understand LEONTES. Ha! CAMILLO. Stays here longer. LEONTES. Ay, but why? CAMILLO. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties LEONTES. 'Satisfy'! |