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The same. A Room of state in the Palace.
Enter LEONTES, POLIXEN ES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.
Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne Without a burden: time as long again
Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks;
Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher,
Very sooth, to-morrow. Leon. We'll part the time between's then: and in
Stay your thanks awhile; them when you part.
We are tougher, brother,
No longer stay.
I'll no gain-saying.
Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you, so; There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the world,
So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now,
Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you. Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace, until
You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You, sir,
The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him,
Well said, Hermione. Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong: But let him say so then, and let him go;
But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,
We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.
Yet of your royal presence [To POLIXENES.] I'll
The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
5 Gests were the names of the stages where the King appointed to lie, during a royal progress.
I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind
Her. Nay, but you will?
I may not, verily.
vows: But I,
You put me off with limber
Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily,
As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet?
When you depart, and save your thanks. How say
My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread verily,
Pol. Your guest then, madam: To be your prisoner, should import offending; Which is for me less easy to commit,
Than you to punish.
Not your gaoler then,
We were, fair queen,
Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day,
And to be boy eternal.
Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two?
7 Tick. • Flimsy. 9 A diminutive of lords,
Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i the sun,
And bleat the one at the other; what we chang'd,
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven
By this we gather,
Her. You have tripp'd since. Pol. O my most sacred lady, Temptations have since then been born to us: for In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl; Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes Of my young play-fellow.
Grace to boot!
If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us
Is he won yet?
At my request, he would not.
Never, but once.
Setting aside original sin.
Her. What? have I twice said well? when was't before?
I pr'ythee, tell me: Cram us with praise, and make
As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongueless,
Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that.
Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! But once before I spoke to the purpose: : When?
Nay, let me have't; I long.
And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter,
It is Grace, indeed.
Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice:
The one for ever earn'd a royal husband;
[Giving her hand to POLIXEN ES. Leon. Too hot, too hot: [Aside. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. I have tremor cordis on me:-my heart dances; But not for joy,-not joy.-This entertainment May a free face put on; derive a liberty
I Trembling of the heart.