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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,
With one we-thank-you, many thousands more
Stay your thanks awhile;
And pay them when you part.
Sir, that's to-morrow.
I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance,
Leon. We'll part the time between's then: and in
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
You put me off with limber vows: But I,
Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with
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?
Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees,
When you depart, and save your thanks. How say
My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread verily, One of them you shall be.
Your guest then, madam:
To be your prisoner, should import offending;
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?
• 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!
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
Trembling of the heart.