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Leo. We are tougher, brother,
Than you can put us to't.
: Pol. No longer Atay.

Leo. One seven-night longer.
Pol. Very sooth, to morrow.

Leo. We'll part the time between's then ; and 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 fhould now, Were there necessity in your request, although 'Twere needful I deny'd it. My affairs Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder, Were, 'in your love a whip to me; my stay, To you a charge and trouble: to save both, Farewel, our brother.

Leo. Tongue-ty'd, our queen ? speak you.

Her. I had thought, fir, to have held my peace, until You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You, fir, 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, He's beat from his best ward.

Leo. Well said, Hermione.

Her. To tell, he longs to see his fun, were strong:
But let him say so then, and let him go ;
But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,
We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.-
Yet of your royal presence I'll adventure

[To Polixenes. The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give you my, commission,

* We are tougher, brother, than you can put us to't.]-We are not fo foon tired of our friends, as you will find on the experiment. jour love, a whip to me ; ]-tho' meant in kindness, a pain to me.



* To let him there a month, behind the list
Prefixʼd 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, madamn.
Her. Nay, but you will ?
Pol. I may not, verily.

Her. Verily!
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,
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 goaler then,
But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you

lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys ; You were pretty o lordings then.

Pol. We were, fair queen,
Two lads, that thought there was no more behind,

m To let him there a month, behind the lift.)-To detain him there a month beyond the limit, or time appointed for his departure. geft.ftage, journey, progress-the journal of days, and itages in a royal progress.

good-deed, ]-in very deed-good beed-&c, take you note, observe well, at the same time, Leontes, I love thee not a tittle less than any other lady loves her lord. lordings)-diminutive of lord.


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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 fun,
And bleat the one at the other : what we chang’d,
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd
That any did : Had we pursu'd that life,
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven
Boldly, Not guilty ; P the imposition cleard,
Hereditary ours.

Her. By this we gather,
You have tripp'd since.

Pol. O my most facred 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. 9 Grace to boot!
Of this make no conclusion ; left you say,
Your queen and I are devils: Yet, go on ;
The offences we have made you do, we'll answer ;

first sinn'd with us, and that with us
You did continue fault, and that you Nipp'd not
With any but with us.

Leo. Is he won yet?
Her. He'll stay, my lord.

Leo. At my request he would not.
Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st
To better purpose.

P impofition clear'd,]—that fine upon human nature being removed, taken off; setting aside the charge of original fin. 9 Grace 10 boot ! ]-Grace defend us !

Her. Never ?
Leo. 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
As far 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 furlongs, ere
With spur' we heat an acre-But to the goal ;-
My last good deed was, to intreat his stay;
What was my first ? it has an elder sister,
Or I mistake you : 0, would her name were Grace !
But once before I spoke to the purpose : When ?
Nay, let me have't; I long.

Leo. Why, that was when
Three crabbed months had four'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.

[Giving her hand to Polixenes. Leo. Too hot, too hot:

[-Aside. To mingle

ciendship far, is mingling bloods. I have tremor cordis on me :-my heart dances; But not for joy,—not joy. This entertainment

' we heat an acre-But to the goal; ]-run the space of, over-run it. -But to come to the point I was aiming at.

And clap thyself my love ;]- And declare, by clapping thy palm to mine, by Atriking hands. clepe-call thyself.

It is Grace, indeed.)-This indulgence of her with for the stay of Polixenes. * tremor cordis)—a palpitation of the heart.


May a free face put on; derive a liberty
From heartiness, from bounty's fertile bosom,
And well become the agent : it may, I grant:
But to be padling palms, and pinching fingers,
As now they are ; and making practis'd smiles,
As in a looking-glass ;—and then to figh, as ’twere
* The mort o'the deer; oh, that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows.--Mamillius,
Art thou my boy?

Mam. Ay, my good lord.

Leo. I'fecks?
Why, that's my bawcock. What, haft smutch'd thy

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 callid, neat.-Still ? virginalling

[Observing Polixenes and Hermione. Upon his palm ?-How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf?

Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord. · Leo. Thou want'st a “ rough palh, and the shoots 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: Bat were they false
As o’er-dy'd blacks, as winds, as waters; false
As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes

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The mort o'the deer ;]>A lesson on the horn at his death. * my bawcock.]--my brave boy. y not neat,]-not horned cattle. z virginalling ]-playing, as on a spinnet, with her fingers.

a rough pash, and the shoots]-a rough pate, like a bull calf, and the horns.

b As o'er-dy'd blacks,]—dy!d too much, and thereby rotted, and made rusty. that fixes no bourn 'twixt his and mine;]-that plays the deepeft.


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