Mam. Ay, my good lord. Leon. I'fecks? Why, that's my bawcock.1 What, hast smutch'd thy nose? They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain. [Observing Polixenes and Hermione. Upon his palm?-How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf? - Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord. Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I have,3 To be full like me :-yet, they say, we are be? page, Affection! thy infection stabs the centre : And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent,6 Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou dost; (And that beyond commission; and I find it,) And that to the infection of my brains, And hardening of my brows. (1) Hearty fellow. (2) i. e. Playing with her fingers as if on a spinnet. (3) Thou wantest a rough head, and the budding horns that! have. (4) Boundary. (5) Blue. (6) Credible. Pol. What means Sicilia? How, my lord? Her. He something seems unsettled. Pol. What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? Her. As if you You look, held a brow of much distraction: Are you mov'd, my lord? Leon. No, in good earnest.How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreech'd, In my green velvet coat: my dagger muzzled, Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This squash, this gentleman:-mine honest friend, Will you take eggs for money ?2 Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole!3- Are you so fond of your young prince, as we Pol. Leon. Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's (2) Will you be cajoled? (1) Pea-cod. Apparent to my heart. If would seek us, you We are yours i' the garden: Shall's attend you there? Leon. To your own bents dispose you you'll be found, Be you beneath the sky :-I am angling now, [Aside. Observing Polixenes and Hermione. one.4 [Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and attendants. 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, Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; As mine, against their will: Should all despair 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, (1) Heir apparent, next claimant. (3) Approving. (2) Mouth. (4) A horned one, a cuckold. 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. Leon. Why, that's some comfort. What! Camillo there? Cam. Ay, my good lord. Leon. Go play, Mamillius; man. thou'rt an honest [Exit Mamillius. Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer. Leon. Leon. Didst perceive it?— They're here with me already; whispering, round ing,1 Sicilia is a so-forth: 'Tis far gone, When I shall gust2 it last.--How came't, Camillo, That he did stay? Cam. At the good queen's entreaty. Leon. At the queen's, be't: good, should be pertinent; But so it is, it is not. Was this taken By any understanding pate but thine? Bohemia stays here longer. Leon. Cam. Leon. Ay, but why? Ha? Stays here longer. Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties (1) To round in the ear was to tell secretly. (2) Taste. (3) Inferiors in rank. Of our most gracious mistress. Leon. Satisfy The entreaties of your mistress?-satisfy?Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo, With all the nearest things to my heart, as well My chamber-counsels: wherein, priest-like, thou Hast cleans'd my bosom; I from thee departed Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd In that which seems so. Cam. Be it forbid, my lord! Leon. To bide upon't;--Thou art not honest: or, If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward; Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining From course requir'd: Or else thou must be counted A servant, grafted in my serious trust, And therein negligent; or else a fool, That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, And tak'st it all for jest. Cam. It was my folly if industriously I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, (1) To hox is to hamstring. |