Thou dost make possible, things not so held, And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent, And hardening of my brows. Pol. Her. He something seems unsettled. Pol. What means Sicilia? How, my lord? You look, What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? Her. 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! [Aside.]-Looking on the lines Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil Twenty three years; and saw myself unbreech'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, for money? Will you take eggs 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 Pol. If at home, sir, He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: 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 Her. If you would seek us, We are yours i'the garden: Shall's attend you there? Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found, Be you beneath the sky:-I am angling now, [Aside. Observing Polixenes and Hermione. one. [Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, 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, Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it, It will let in and out the enemy, With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us Have the disease, and feel't not.-How now, boy? Mam. I am like you, they say. Leon. What! Camillo there? Why, that's some comfort. 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?— They're here with me already; whispering, round ing, 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 per tinent; But so it is, it is not. Was this taken Leon. Ha? Cam. Stays here longer. Leon. Ay, but why? Cam. To satisfy your highness, and the entreaties 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, priest-like, 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, That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn, Cam. If ever I were wilful-negligent, It was my folly; if industriously I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear '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 |