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that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him a man.
Arch. Would they else be content to die?
Cam. Yes, if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.
Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one.
SCENE II. The same. A Room of State in the Palace. Enter LEONTES, POLIxenes, Hermione, MA
MILLIUS, 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; And yet we should, for perpetuity, Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply, With one we-thank-you, many thousands more That go before it. Leon.
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, Or breed upon our absence: That may blow No sneaping windss at home, to make us say, This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd To tire your royalty.
- That may blow No sneaping winds -] i.e. Oh! that. Sneaping, nipping winds. * This is put forth too truly !] i. e. to make me say, I hud too good reason for my fears.
'S TALE. Leon.
We are tougher, brother,
No longer stay.
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
Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you.
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 real presence [To POLIXENES.] I'll
adventure The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
7- this satisfaction -] We had satisfactory accounts yesterday of the state of Bohemia. Johnson.
You take my lord, I'll give him my commission,
I may not, verily.
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? 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
you? My prisoner? or my guest? by yo our 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 Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were
boys; You were pretty lordlings then.
8 - behind the gest-] Gest signifies a stage, or journey. In the time of royal progresses the king's stages, as we may see by the journals of them in the herald's office, were called his gests; from the old French word giste, diversorium.
- yet, good-deed,] signifies, indeed, in very deed.
- a jar o' the clock —] A jar is, I believe, a single repetition of the noise made by the pendulum of a clock; what children call the ticking of it." STEEVENS.
We were, fair queen, Two lads, that thought there was no inore 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'
By this we gather,
O my most sacred lady,
Grace to boot !3 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 With any but with us. Leon.
Is he won yet? Her. He'll stay, my lord.
? — the imposition clear'd,
Hereditary ours.] i. e. setting aside original sin; bating the imposition from the offence of our first parents, we might have boldly protested our innocence to Heaven. WARBURTON.
3 Grace to boot!'] Grace, or Heaven help me!
At my request, he would not.
Never, but once.
before? I pr’ythee, tell me: Cram us with praise, and make 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, With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal; My last good was, to entreat his stay; What was my first? it has an elder sister, Or I mistake you: 0, 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
Three credeathe thee open then didst
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,
It is Grace, indeed.-
twice: The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; The other, for some while a friend.
[Giving her hand to Polixenes. Leon.
Too hot, too hot: [Aside.
* And clap thyself my love ;] She opened her hand, to clap the palm of it into his, as people do when they confirm a bargain. Hence the phrase—to clap up a bargain, i. e. make one with no other ceremony than the junction of hands,