No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true
To say, this boy were like me.-Come, fir page,

d

Look on me with your welkin-eye: Sweet villain !
Moft dear'ft! my collop!-Can thy dam? may't be?
Affection! thy intention ftabs the center.

Thou doft make poffible things not fo held,
Communicat'ft with dreams,-How can this be?
With what's unreal thou coactive art,

And fellow'ft nothing: Then, 'tis very credent,
Thou may'ft co-join with fomething; and thou doft;
And that beyond commiffion; and I find it,

b

And that to the infection of my brains,

And hardning of my brows.

Pol. What means Sicilia ?

Her. He fomething feems unfettled.

Pol. How? my lord ?-

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

Her. You look,

As if you held a brow of much distraction: lord?

Are mov'd, my you

Leo. No, in good earnest.

How fometimes nature will betray its folly,
Its tenderness; and make itself a pastime
To harder bofoms !-looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil
Twenty three years; and faw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,
Left it should bite its mafter, and so prove,
As ornament oft does, too dangerous.

e

welkin-eye-ky blue.

my collop !]-part of myself. "a collop of my flesh.'

HENRY VI, Pt. I, A&t V, Sc. 5. Shep. thy intention ftabs the center.]—when thou art moft intenfe, how oft doft thou receive a mortal ftab?

credent,]-probable.

commiffion ;]-what I allow.

How

How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
'This squash, this gentleman:-Mine honest friend,
you take eggs for money?
Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.

k

* Will

Leo. You will? why, happy man be his dole!-My brother,

Are you fo fond of your young prince, as we
Do feem to be of ours?

Pol. If at home, fir,

He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter:
Now my fworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parafite, my foldier, ftates-man, all:
He makes a July's day fhort as December;
And, with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.
Leo. So ftands this squire

Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord,

And leave you to your graver steps.-Hermione,

How thou lov❜ft us, fhew 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 feek us,

We are yours i'the garden: Shall's attend you there?
Leo. To your own bents difpofe you: you'll be found,
you beneath the sky :-I am angling now,
Though you perceive me not how I give line;

Be

i This fquash,]

[Afide, obferving Hermione.

"as a fquafb is before 'tis a peafcod." TWELFTH NIGHT, A& I, Sc. 5. Mal.

Will you take eggs for money?]—If ordered to ftand, will you deliver

without resistance? Will you put up an affront tamely?

happy man be his dole!]-I wish you good luck then. MERRY

WIVES OF WINDSOR, A&t III, Sc. 4. Slen.

Apparent]-Heir.

Go

Go to, go to!

How she holds up the neb, the bill to him!
And arms her with the boldness of a wife

[Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants.

To her allowing husband! 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 fo difgrac'd a part, whofe iffue Will hifs me to my grave; contempt and clamour Will be my knell.-Go, play, boy, play;-There have been,

Or I am much deceiv'd, 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 fhe hath been fluic'd in his abfence,
And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by
Sir Smile, his neighbour : nay, there's comfort in't,
Whiles other men have gates; and thofe gates open'd,
As mine, against their will: Should all despair,
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
Would hang themselves. Phyfick for't there is none;
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike

Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it,
From east, west, north, and south: Be it concluded,
No barricado for a belly; know it;

It will let in and out the enemy,

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.

Leo. Why, that's fome comfort.-
What? Camillo there?

Cam. Ay, my good lord.

n

a fork'd one.]—a cuckold.

• 'tis powerful,]-acts powerfully all over the world.

Leo.

Leo. Go play, Mamillius; thour't an honeft man.

[Exit Mamillius.

Camillo, this great fir will yet ftay longer.

Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor hold; When you caft out, it still came home.

Leo. Didft note it?

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

Leo. Didft perceive it?

• They're here with me already; whispering, rounding, Sicilia is a-fo forth. 'Tis far gone,

When I fhall' guft it laft.-How came't, Camillo,
That he did stay?

Cam. At the good queen's entreaty.

Leo. At the queen's, be't: good, fhould be pertinent;
But fo it is, it is not. Was this taken
By any understanding pate but thine?
For thy conceit is " foaking, will draw in

More than the common blocks :-Not noted is't,
But of the finer natures? by fome severals,

Of head--piece extraordinary ?

lower meffes,

Perchance, are to this business purblind: say.

Cam. Bufinefs, my lord? I think, most understand Bohemia stays here longer.

Leo. Ha!

Cam. Stays here longer.

P his anchor-the anchor thrown out to stop him.

ait ftill came home.]—it had no effect.

* made his business more material.]—pretending that the business, which call'd him away, was of the laft confequence.

• They're here with me already; whispering, rounding,]-The eyes of the people are upon me; whifpering, buzzing. KING JOHN, A& II, guft it]-perceive it.

Sc. 2.

W

Faulc.

t

fo it is,]-being fo applied.

foaking]-of the abforbent fort.

* lower mees,]-the lower order of courtiers; perfons of lefs pene.

tration.

Leo.

Leo. Ay, but why?

Cam. To fatisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress.

Leo. Satisfy

The entreaties of your miftrefs?-fatisfy?—
Let that fuffice. I have trufted thee, Camillo,
With all the nearest things to my heart,' as well
My chamber-councils: wherein, priest like, thou
Haft cleans'd my bofom; I from thee departed
Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been
Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd

In that which feems fo.

Cam. Be it forbid, my lord!

2

Leo. To bide upon't;-Thou art not honeft: or, If thou inclin'ft that way, thou art a coward;

a

Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining

From courfe requir'd: Or elfe thou must be counted
A fervant, grafted in my ferious trust,

And therein negligent: or elfe a fool;

That feeft a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn,
And tak'st it all for jeft.

Cam. My gracious lord,

I may.

be negligent, foolish, and fearful; In every one of these no man is free,

But that his negligence, his folly, fear,

Amongst the infinite doings of the world,
Sometime puts forth: In your affairs, my lord,
If ever I were wilful-negligent,

It was my folly; if industriously

I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful

Y as well my chamber-councils :]-as well as with the fecrets of my cabinet.

a

z To bide upon't;]-To endure it.

• boxes]-hamstrings.

VOL. II.

bOr elfe]-Either.