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LEO. Thou want'ft a rough pash, and the shoots that f
To be full like me: yet, they fay, we are
Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
That will fay any thing: But were they falfe
As o'er-dy'd blacks, as wind, as waters; false
As dice are to be wifh'd, by one that fixes
No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true,
To fay, this boy were like me. —
Come, fir page,
Look on me with your welkin eye: Sweet villain!
Moft dear'ft! my collop! Can thy dam? may't be?
Affection, thy intention ftabs to 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;]
And that to the infection of my brains,

And hard'ning of my brows.

POL. What means Sicilia?

HER. He fomething seems unfettl'd.

POL. Now, my lord?

What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?
HER. You look,

As if you held a brow of much distraction :
Are you mov'd, my lord?

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"How fometimes nature will betray it's folly,"
It's tenderness; and make itself a paftime
"To harder bosoms!"-Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil
Twenty three years; and faw myself unbreech'd,

22 Pol. How? my Lord? | Leo. What

In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzl'd,
Left it should bite it's mafter, and fo prove,
As ornament oft does, too dangerous.

How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
This fquafh, this gentleman: Mine honest friend,
Will you take eggs for money?

MAM. No, my lord, I'll fight.

[brother, LEO. You will? why, happy man be his dole! My you fo fond of your young prince, as we Do feem to be of ours?

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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, ftatesman, 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 fquire

Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord,
And leave you to your graver fteps. - 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
LEO. To your own bents difpose you:__

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'you'll be " "Be you beneath the sky: I am angling now," [found," Though you perceive me not how I give line." "Go to, go to!" [eying them, as they go out. "How fhe holds up the neb, the bill to him!" "And arms her with the boldness of a wife"

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"To her allowing husband! Gone already;" [one."-
Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd"
[Exeunt Queen, POLIXENES, and Attendants.
Go, play, boy, play thy mother plays, and I
Play too; but fo disgrac'd a part, whose iffue
Will hifs me to my grave; contempt and clamour
Will be my knell.Go, play, boy, play. There have
Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; [been,
And many a man there is, even at this present,
Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm,
That little thinks she has been fluic'd in his absence,
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 those gates open'd,
As mine, against their will: fhould all despair,
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
Would hang themselves. Physick for't, there is none;
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike

Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it,
From eaft, weft, north, and fouth: Be it concluded,
No barricado for a belly; know't;

It will let in and out the enemy,

How now, boy?

With bag and baggage: many thousand on's
Have the disease, and feel't not.
MAM. I am like you, they fay.

LEO. Why, that's fome comfort.

What, is Camillo there?

CAM. Ay, my good lord.

LEO. Go, play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest 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 ftill came home.

LEO. Did'ft note it?

CAM. He would not stay at your petitions; made His business more material.

LEO. Did'ft perceive it?

They're here with me already; whisp'ring, 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 some severals,

Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes,
Perchance, are to this business purblind: fay.

CAM. Business, my lord? I think, moft understand Bohemia ftays here longer.

LEO. Ha?

CAM. Bohemia ftays here longer.
LEO. Ay, but why?

CAM. To fatiffy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress.

LEO. Satiffy

The entreaties of your mistress? fatiffy?

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 bosom ; 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!

LEO. To bide upon't ;- Thou art not honest: or, If thou inclin'ft that way, thou art a coward; Which hoxes honefty behind, reftraining

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

And therein negligent: or elfe a fool;

That feest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, And tak'ft 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
To do a thing, where I the iffue doubted,
Whereof the execution did cry out
Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear
Which oft infects the wiseft: these, my lord,
Are fuch allow'd infirmities, that honesty
Is never free of. But, 'beseech your grace,
Be plainer with me; let me know my trefpafs
By it's own visage: if I then deny it,
"Tis none of mine.

LEO. Have not you feen, Camillo,

(But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glafs

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