Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow. Leon. We'll part the time between's then: and in that 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, Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder, Leon. Tongue-ty'd, our queen? speak you. until You had drawn oaths from him not to stay. You, sir, Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure, All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him, Leon. 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 ad venture The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give him my commission, What lady she her lord.-You'll stay? Pol. Her. Nay, but you will? Pol. Her. Verily! No, madam. I may not, verily, You put me off with limber vows: But I, Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with oaths, Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily, You shall not go; a lady's verily is As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet? Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees, When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you? My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread verily, One of them you shall be. Pol. Your guest then, madam: To be your prisoner, should import offending: Which is for me less easy to commit, Than you to punish. Her. Not your gaoler then, But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you Pol. 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? Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i'the sun, And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'd, Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd That any did: Had we pursued that life, And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven Boldly, Not Guilty; the imposition clear'd, Temptations have since then been born to us: for Her. Grace to boot! Of this make no conclusion; lest you say, Your queen and I are devils: Yet, go on; The offences we have made you do, we'll answer; If you first sinn'd with us, and that with us You did continue fault, and that you slipp'd not Leon. Is he won yet? Her. What? have I twice said well; when was't before? I pr'ythee, tell' me: Cram us with praise, and make us As fat as tame things; One good deed, dying tongue less, 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? But once before I spoke to the purpose: When? Nay, let me have't; I long. Leon. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, And clap thyself my love'; then didst thou utter, I am yours for ever. Her. It is Grace, indeed. Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice: t The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; The other, for some while a friend. Leon. [Giving her hand to Polixenes. Too hot, too hot: [Aside. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. 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, [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 |