But Of your kind hoftefs. Come, I'll question you my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys; You were pretty lordings then. POL. We were, fair queen, Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, And to be boy eternal. HER. Was not my lord the verier wag o'the two? POL. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i'the fun, And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd Hereditary ours. HER. By this we gather, You have tripp'd fince. POL. O my most sacred lady, Temptations have fince then been born to us: for HER. Grace to boot! Of this make no conclufion; left you say, Your queen and I are devils: Yet, go on; The offences we have made you do, we'll anfwer; If you firft finn'd with us, and that with us ? LEON. Is he won yet Gg LEON. At my request, he would not. Hermione, my deareft, thou never spok'st To better purpose. HER. Never? LEON. Never, but once. HER. What? have I twice faid well? when was't before? I pr'ythee, tell me : Cram us with praife, and make us As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongueless, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages: You may ride us, Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! LEON. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had four'd themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, And clap thyself my love; then didft thou utter, I am yours for ever. HER. It is Grace, indeed. Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice: The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; The other, for fome while a friend. [Giving her hand to POLIXENES. LEON. Too hot, too hot : [Afide. And well become the agent: it may, I grant : My bofom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillius, MAM. Ay, my good lord. LEON. I'fecks? [nofe? Why, that's my bawcock. What, haft fmutch'd thy Are all call'd, neat. Still virginalling [Obferving POLIXENES and HERMIONÉ Upon his palm?-How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf? MAM. Yes, if you will, my lord. [I have, LEON. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that To be full like me :-yet, they say, we are Almost as like as eggs; women say so, That will fay any thing: But were they false As o'er-died blacks, as wind, as waters; falfe As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true To fay, this boy were like me.-Come, fir page, Look on me with your welkin-eye: Sweet villain ! Moft dear'st! my collop!-Can thy dam ?-may't be? Affection thy intention ftabs the center: Thou doft make poffible, things not fo held, Communicat'ft with dreams ;-(How can this be?)— With what's unreal thou coactive art, And fellow't 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 my brains, And hardening of my brows. Poz. What means Sicilia? HER. He fomething feems unfettled. POL. How, my lord? What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? As if you held a brow of much distraction : LEON. No, in good earnest. How fometimes nature will betray its folly, How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, MAM. No, my lord, I'll fight. [brother, LEON. You will? why, happy man be his dole !—My Are you fo fond of your young prince, as we Do seem to be of ours? POL. If at home, fir, He's all my exercife, my mirth, my matter: Thoughts that would thick my blood. LEON. So ftands this fquire Offic'd with me: We two will walk, my lord, Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's Apparent to my heart. HER. If you would feek us, We are yours i' the garden: Shall's attend you there? [Afide. Obferving POLIXEN ES and HERMIONE. 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 POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and attendants. Go, play, boy, play ;-thy mother plays, and I [been, Play too; but fo disgrac'd a part, whose iffue |