May a free face put on; derive a liberty
From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
And well become the agent: it may, I grant:
But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers,
As now they are: and making practis'd smiles,
As in a looking-glass; and then to sigh, as 'twere
The mort o' the deer; O, that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamilius,
Art thou my boy?

Mam.

Leon.

Ay, my good lord.

I'fecks?

Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy nose?

They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come captain,
We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain:
And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf,
Are all call'd, neat.-Still virginalling

[Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE. Upon his palm? How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf?

Mam.

Yes, if you will, my lord. Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I have,

To be full like me: yet, they say, we are
Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
That will say any thing: But were they false
As o'er-dyed 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, sir page,
Look on me with your welkin eye: Sweet vil-
lain!

Most dear'st! my collop!-Can thy dam ?— may't be?

Affection! thy intention stabs the centre: Thou dost 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 conjoin with something; and thou

dost;

(And that beyond commission, and I find it ;) And that to the infection of my brains, And hardening of my brows.

Pol.

What means Sicilia?

Her. He something seems unsettled.

Pol. How, 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?

Leon. No, in good earnest.How, sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines Of my boy's face, methought I did recoil Twenty-three years; and saw myselfunbreech'd, In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled, Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.

How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This squash, this gentleman :-Mine honest friend,

Will you take eggs for money?

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

Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole! My brother,

Are you so fond of your young prince, as we Do seem to be of ours?

Pol. If at home, sir, He's all my exercise, my mirth my matter: Now my 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. Leon. 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, show 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 you
there?
[be found,
Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll
Be you beneath the sky :-I am angling now,
Though you perceive me not how I give line.
Go to, go to! [Aside. Observing PoL. and HER.

How she holds up the neb, the bill to him!
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
To her allowing husband! Gone already!
Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a
fork'd one-

[Exeunt POL. HER. and Attendants. 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; 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 sluic'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, west, north, and south: Be it concluded,

No barricado for a belly; know it;

It will let in and out the enemy,

With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us Have thedisease, and feel't not.-How now, boy? Mam. I am like you, they say.

Leon.

Why that's some comfort.

What! Camillo there?

Cam. Ay, my good lord.

Leon. Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest

man.

[Exit MAMILLIUS.

Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.
Cam. You had much ado to make his anchor

hold:

When you cast out, it still came home.

Leon.

Didst note it?

Cam. He would not stay at your petitions;

made

His business more material.

Leon.

Didst perceive it?

whispering,

They're here with me already

rounding,

Sicilia is a so-forth: 'Tis far gone,

When I shall gust it last.-How came't, Camillo, That he did stay?

Cam.

At the good queen's entreaty. Leon. 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 mon 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 un-
derstand

Bohemia stays here longer.

Leon.

Cam.

Leon. Ay, but why?

Ha?

Stays here longer.

Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the en

treaties

Of our most gracious mistress.
Leon.
Satisfy
The entreaties of your mistress?-Satisfy?-
Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo,
With all the nearest things to my heart, as well
My chamber-councils: wherein, priestlike, thou
Hast 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 seems so.

Cam.

Be it forbid, my lord! Leon. To bide upon't:-Thou art not honest:

or,

If thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward;
Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining
From course requir'd: or else thou must be
counted

A servant, grafted in my serious trust,
And therein negligent; or else a fool,

VOL. III.

N

That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake

drawn,

And tak'st it all for jest.

I

Cam.

My gracious lord, 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 issue doubted,
Whereof the execution did cry out

Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear
Which oft affects 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 its own visage: if I then deny it,

'Tis none of mine.

Leon.

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

glass

Is thicker than a cuckold's horn); or heard, (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour

Cannot be mute), or thought,-(for cogitation
Resides not in that man, that does not think it)-
My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess,
(Or else be impndently negative,

To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought), then

say,

My wife's a hobby-horse; deserves a name
As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to
Before her troth-plight: say it, and justify it.
Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear
My sovereign mistress clouded so, without
My present vengeance taken: 'Shrew my heart,
You never spoke what did become you less
Than this, which to reiterate, were sin
As deep as that, though true.

Leon.
Is whispering nothing?
Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses?
Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career
Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infallible