Of this make no conclufion, left you fay Leo. Is he won yet? Her. He'll ftay, my Lord. Leo. At my request he would not: Hermione, my deareft, thou ne'er fpok'ft To better purpose. Her. Never? Leo. Never, but once. Her. What? have I twice faid well? when was't before? Our praises are our wages. You may ride's Leo. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had fowr'd themselves to death, And clepe thy felf my love; then didst thou utter, I am yours for ever. Her. This is grace indeed. Why, lo you now; I've spoke to th' purpose twice Leo. Too hot To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. B 3 [Afide. And And well become the Agent:'t may, I grant Mam. Ay, my good Lord Lea. I'fecks! Why, that's my bawcock; what, has't smutch'd thy nofe [Wipes the boy's face. And yet the fteer, the heifer, and the calf, Are all call'd neat. Still virginalling [Obferving Polixenes and Hermione Upon his palm-how, now, you wanton calf! Art thou my calf? Mam. Yes, if you will, my Lord.. Leo, Thou want'ft a rough pash, and the shoots that have, To be full like me. Yet they fay we are Almoft as like as eggs; women fay fo, That will fay any thing; but were they falfe, As o'er-dy'd blacks, as winds, as waters; falfe And fellow'ft nothings. Then 'tis very credent * A leffon upon the horn at the death of the deer. - t A black dye being ufed in too great quantity doth not only make, the cloth to rot upon which it is put, but the colgar it felf to fade d grow fully much the fooner And And that to the infection of my brains, Pol. What means Sicilia ? Her. He fomething feems unfettled. Pol, How my Lord What cheer? how is it with you, my beft brother P Leo. No, in good earneft. How fometimes nature will betray its folly! How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, Mem. No, I'll fight. Lea. You will! why, happy man be's dole! My brother, you fo fond of your young Prince, as we Do feem to be of ours? Are Pol. If at home, Six, He's all my exercife, my mirth, my matter Leo. So ftands this Squire Offic'd with me: we two will walk, my Lord, Next to thy felf, and my young rover, he's Apparent to my heart. Her. If you would feck us, t We are yours i' th' garden: hall's attend you there ? Leo. To your own bents difpofe you; you'll be found, Be you beneath the fky: I am angling now, Tho' you perceive me not how I give line; [Afide, obferving Her. How the 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 hufband. Gone already! Inch thick, knee deep; o'er head and ears a fork'd one. Where 'tis predominant; * many a thousand of's Have the difeafe, and feel't not. How now, boy? 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, Mamillus-thou'rt an honeft man, [Exit Mamillus, SCENE III. Camillo; this great Sir will yet ftay longer. Cam. You had much ado to make the anchor hold; ⭑... predominant; and 'tis powerful: think it. From east, weft, north and fouth, be it concluded, No barricado for a belly. Know't, With bag and baggage: many, t. When When you caft out, it still came bote. Leo. Didft note it? Cam. He would not ftay at your petitions made His bufinefs more material Lee. Didft perceive it? They're here with me already; whifp'ring round, When I fhall guft it laft. How came't, Camillo, Cam. At the good Queen's entreaty, Leo. At the Queen's be't; good thould be pertinent; By any understanding pate but thine? think most understand Ay, but why Cam. To fatisfe your Highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mifirefs. Leo. Satisfie Th' entreaties of your mistress * fatisfie Let that fuffice. I've trufted thee, Camillo, In that which feems fo.. Cam. Be it forbid, my Lord! Leo. To bide upon't thou art not honeft, or, From courfe requir'd; or elfe thou must be counted That feeft a game plaid home, the rich fake drawn, And |