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Leo. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that + To be full like me:

-yet, they say, we are (have, Almost as like as eggs ; women say fo, That will say any thing : But were they false As o'er-dy'd blacks, as wind, as waters; false As dice are to be wish’d, by one that fixes No bourn 'twixt his and mine ; yet were it true, To say, this boy were like me. - Come, fir page, Look on me with your welkin eye : Sweet villain ! Most dear'ft! my collop!- Can thy dam? may't be? Affection, thy intention stabs to the center : Thou doft make possible things not so held, Communicat'st with dreams, - How can this be? With what's unreal; thou coactive art, And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent, Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou doft; [And that beyond commiffion, and I find it;] And that to the infection of


brains, And hard’ning of my brows.

Pol. What means Sicilia ?
HER. He something seems unsettld.

Pol. Now, my lord ?
What cheer? how is't with you, best brother?

HER. You look,
As if

held a brow of much distraction : Are you

mov'd, my lord ? Leo. No, in good earnest, no.“How sometimes 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 saw myself unbreech'd,

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In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzl'd,
Left it should bite it's master, and fo prove,
As ornament oft does, too dangerous.
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
This squash, this gentleman : - Mine honest friend,

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

Leo. You will? why, happy man be his dole! _My
Are you so fond of your young prince, as we
Do seem to be of ours?

Pol. If at home, fir,
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my

matter :
Now sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all :
He makes a July's day short as December;
And, with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that would

thick my blood.
LEO. So stands this squire
Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord,
And leave you to your graver steps. - Hermione,
How thou lov'st us, Thew 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 seek us,
We are yours i'the garden : Shall's attend


there? Leo. To your own bents dispose you: "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 ! ”

[еying them, as they go out. “How the 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 issue Will hiss nie 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 suic'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: should 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 east, wef, north, and fouth: Be it concluded, No barricado for a belly ; know't; It will let in and out the enemy, With bag and baggage: many thousand on's Have the disease, and feel't not. How now, boy!

Mam. I am like you, they say,

Leo. Why, that's some 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 stay longer.

CAM. You had much ado to make his anchor hold;

When you cast out, it still came home.

LEO. Did'ft note it?

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

LEO. Did'It perceive it? They're here with me already; whisp'ring, rounding, Sicilia is a so-forth : 'Tis far gone, When I fall gust it last.-How came't, Camillo, That he did stay?

CAM. At the good queen's entreaty.

Leo. 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 ? For thy conceit is soaking, 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 : say.

CAM. Business, my lord? I think, most understand Bohemia stays here longer.

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

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

Leo. Satisfy
The entreaties of your mistress ? fatisfy ?
Let that fuffice. I have trusted 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 so.

CAM. Be it forbid, my lord !

LEO. To bide upon't ;- Thou art not honest : or,
If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward ;
Which hoxes honesty behind, reftraining
From course requir'd : Or else thou must be counted
A fervant, grafted in my serious truft,
And therein negligent: or else a fool ;
That seest 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 ;

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,

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 issue doubted,
Whereof the execution did cry out
Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear
Which oft infects the wisest: these, my lord,
Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty
Is never free of. But, 'beseech your grace,
Be plainer with me ; let me know my trespass
By it's own visage: if I then deny it,
"Tis none of mine.

Leo. Have not you seen, Camillo, (But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glafs

If ever

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