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Of this make no conclusion, left you say
Leo. Is he won yet?
Her, Never ?
Her. What? haye I twice said well? when was't before?
Leo. Why, that was when
Her. This is grace indeed.
And well become the Agent: 't may, I grant ;
Mami Ay, my good Lords
Lea, l'fecks ! Why, that's my bawcock ; what; has't smutch'd thynose They say it is a copy out of mine. Come, captain, We must be neat ; not neas, but cleanly, captain ;
[Wipessebe boy's face And yet the feer, the heifer, and the calf, Are all call'd neat: Still virginalling
[Observing Polixenes and Hermiones Upon his palmakow, now, you wanton calf! Art thou my calf ?
Mam. Yes, if you will, my Lord..
Leo, Thou want't a rough pash, and the shoot that Shave, To be full like me. Yet they say we are Almost as like as eggs; women say so, Phat will say any thing ; but were they fake, As o'er-dy'd blacks, + as winds, as waters ; false As dice are to be with'd, by one that fixes. No borne 'twixt his and mine ; yet were it true, To say this boy is like me. Come, Sir page, Look on me with your welking eye, sweet villain. Most dear'it, my collop-can thy dam may't be a Imagination! thou doft tab to tb'center. Thou dost make possible, things not to be fo held, Communicat'it with dreams, (how can this be ?) With what's unreal, thou coactive art ! And fellow'st nothings. Then "tis very credent Thou may'st co-join with something, and thou doft And that beyond commiffion ; and I find it,
* A lefton upon the horn at the death of the deer.
+ A black dye being ufd in 100 great quantity dash not only make the cloth to rot upon which a is pus, but the cold it feil tu fade. and grow fully inach the SONRI
And that to the infection of my brains,
Poł. What means Sicilia ?
Pol. How my Lord
Her. You feem to hold a brow of much distractions
Leo. No, in good carnest,
for Mem. No, I'll fight,
Lea. You will! why, happy man be's dole! My brother,, Are you
so fond of your young Prince, as we Do feem to be of ours?
Pol. If at home, Sir,
Leo. So tands this Squire
me: we two will walk, my Lord,
Her. If you would seck us,
Leo. To your own bents dispose you ; you'll be found, Be you beneath the sky: I am, angling now, Tho' you perceive me not how I give line; Go to, go to
[ Afide, obferving Her, How she holds up the neb ! the bill to him! And arms her with the boldness of a wife [Exe. Polix. Her. and Attendants. Manent Leo,
Mam. and Cam. 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 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 ; An many a man there is, even at this present, Now while I speak this, holds his wife by th’arm, That little thinks she has been fluic'd in's absence, And his pond filh'd by his pext neigbour, 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. Phyfick for?t there is none : It is a bawdy planet, that will strike Where 'tis predominant ;
many a thousand of'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.
predominant ; and 'tis powerful : think it.
When you caft out, it kill came bome.
Leo. Didit note it?
Eam. He would not stay at your petitions made
Leo. Didit perceive it?
Leo. At the Queen's be't ; good should be pertinent
Cam. Bufiness, my Lord, I think moft understand
Leo. Hastays here longer. Ay, but why a
Cam. To satisfie: your Highness, and the entreaties;
Cam. Be it forbid, my Lord !