k Leo. We are tougher, brother, Than you can put us to't. Pol. No longer ftay. Leo. One feven-night longer. Pol. Very footh, to morrow. Leo. We'll part the time between's then; and in that I'll no gain-faying. Pol. Prefs me not, 'beseech you, fo; There is no tongue that moves; none, none i'the world, Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder, Leo. Tongue-ty'd, our queen? fpeak you. Her. I had thought, fir, to have held my peace, until The by-gone day proclaim'd; fay this to him, Leo. Well faid, Hermione. Her. To tell, he longs to fee his fon, were ftrong: But let him fwear fo, and he fhall not stay, Yet of your royal prefence I'll adventure The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia [To Polixenes. 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. 1 in your love, a whip to me ;]-tho' meant in kindness, a pain to me. To "To let him there a month, behind the lift Prefix'd for his parting: yet," good-deed, Leontes, I love thee not a jar o'the clock behind What lady fhe her lord.-You'll stay? Pol. No, madam. 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 fay, Sir, no going. Verily, You fhall not go; a lady's verily is As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet? Not like a guest ; fo you fhall pay your fees, When you depart, and fave your thanks.. How fay you? My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread verily, One of them you shall be. Pol. Your gueft then, madam : To be your prifoner, fhould import offending; Which is for me less easy to commit, Than you to punish. Her. Not your goaler then, But your kind hoftefs. Come, I'll question you Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys; You were pretty lordings then. Pol. We were, fair queen, Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, To let him there a month, behind the lift.]—To detain him there a month beyond the limit, or time appointed for his departure. gest.ftage, journey, progrefs-the journal of days, and ftages in a royal progrefs. "good-deed,]-in very deed-good heed-&c. take you note, obferve well, at the same time, Leontes, I love thee not a tittle less than any other lady loves her lord. lordings]-diminutive of lord. But But fuch a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal. Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o'the two? The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd Her. By this we gather, You have tripp'd fince. Pol. O my most sacred lady, Temptations have fince then been born to us: for Her. Grace to boot! Of this make no conclufion; left you say, Your queen and I are devils: Yet, go on; The offences we have made you do, we'll answer; Leo. Is he won yet? Her. He'll stay, my lord. Leo. At my request he would not. Hermione, my deareft, thou never spok'st To better purpose. impofition clear'd,]-that fine upon human nature being removed, taken off; setting afide the charge of original fin. 4 Grace to boot!]-Grace defend us! Her Her. Never? Leo. Never, but once. Her. What? have I twice faid 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 Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! Leo. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had four'd themselves to death, 'And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, t Her. It is Grace, indeed, Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpofe twice: The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; The other, for fome while a friend. Leo. Too hot, too hot : [Giving her hand to Polixenes. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. [Afide. T we beat 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 ftriking hands. clepe-call thyself. It is Grace, indeed.]-This indulgence of her wish for the stay of Polixenes. " tremor cordis]—a palpitation of the heart. May May a free face put on; derive a liberty Mam. Ay, my good lord. Leo. I'fecks? Why, that's my bawcock. What, haft fmutch'd thy nofe? They fay, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, [Obferving Polixenes and Hermione. Upon his palm?-How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf? Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord. a Leo. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I have, To be full like me :-yet, they fay, we are Almost as like as eggs; women say so, That will fay any thing: Bat were they false "The mort o'the deer ;]-A leffon on the horn at his death. x my barcock.]-my brave boy. Y not neat,]-not horned cattle. virginalling]-playing, as on a spinnet, with her fingers. aa rough pah, and the boots]-a rough pate, like a bull calf, and the horns. 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. No |