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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 ?
Pol. Now, my lord ?
HER. You look,
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,
?? Pol. How? my Lord ? | Leo. What
In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzl'd,
Pol. If at home, fir,
thick my blood.
Her. If you would seek us,
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”
“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.
CAM. Ay, my good lord.
[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.
Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress.
Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd
CAM. Be it forbid, my lord !
LEO. To bide upon't ;- Thou art not honest : or,
CAM. My gracious lord,
every one of these no man is free,
Leo. Have not you seen, Camillo, (But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glafs