Mal. Lady, you have. pray you, peruse that letter. Or say 'tis not your seal, not your invention : And tell me in the modesty of honour, Why you have given me such clear lights of favour, Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, First told me thou wast mad; then camest in smiling, Fab. Good madam, hear me speak, And let no quarrel nor no brawl to come Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not, 340 350 360 370 Oli. Alas, poor fool, how have they baffled thee! ness, and some have greatness thrown upon them." I was Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. Of our dear souls. Meantime, sweet sister, Clo. [Sings] [Exit. 390 [Exeunt all, except Clown. When that I was and a little tiny boy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, &c. 400 'Gainst knaves and thieves men sby their gate, For the rain, &c. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, &c. By swaggering could I never thrive, But when I came unto my beds, With hey, ho, &c. With toss-pots still had drunken headg For the rain, &c. 410 A great while ago the world begun, But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day, [Exit. SCENE I. Antechamber in LEONTES' palace. Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS. Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia. Cam. I think, this coming summer, the King of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him. 10 Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us we will be justified in our loves; for indeedČam. Beseech you,― Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence-in so rare-I know not what to say. We will give you sleepy drinks, that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us. Cam. You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely. 19 Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding 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 now. Since their more mature dignities and royal necessities made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attorneyed 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. 40 Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: it is a gallant child; one that indeed physics the subject, 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. 50 SCENE II. A room of state in the same. Enter LEONTES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, POLIXENES, CAMILLO, and Attendants. Pol. Nine changes of the watery star hath been Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks; Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher, With one We thank you" many thousands moe Leon. Stay your thanks a while; And pay them when you part. Pol. I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance Or breed upon our absence; that may blow No sneaping winds at home, to make us say "This is put forth too truly:" besides, I have stay'd To tire your royalty. 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 Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder Leon. You sir, Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure 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: No, madam I may not, 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" 's As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet? 30 40 50 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? |