101What Lady she her Lord. You'le stay?

102Pol. No, Madame.

103Her. Nay, but you will?

104Pol. I may not verely.

105Her. Verely?

106You put me off with limber Vowes: but I,

107Though you would seek t' vnsphere the Stars with Oaths,

108Should yet say, Sir, no going: Verely

109You shall not goe; a Ladyes Verely 'is

110As potent as a Lords. Will you goe yet?

111Force me to keepe you as a Prisoner,

112Not like a Guest: so you shall pay your Fees

113When you depart, and saue your Thanks. How say you?

114My Prisoner? or my Guest? by your dread Verely,

115One of them you shall be.

116Pol. Your Guest then, Madame:

117To be your Prisoner, should import offending;

118Which is for me, lesse easie to commit,

119Then you to punish.

120Her. Not your Gaoler then,

121But your kind Hostesse. Come, Ile question you

122Of my Lords Tricks, and yours, when you were Boyes:

123You were pretty Lordings then?

124Pol. We were (faire Queene)

125Two Lads, that thought there was no more behind,

126But such a day to morrow, as to day,

127And to be Boy eternall.

128Her. Was not my Lord

129The veryer Wag o'th' two?

130Pol. We were as twyn'd Lambs, that did frisk i'th' Sun,

131And bleat the one at th' other: what we chang'd,

132Was Innocence, for Innocence: we knew not

133The Doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd

134That any did: Had we pursu'd that life,

135And our weake Spirits ne're been higher rear'd

136With stronger blood, we should haue answer'd Heauen

137Boldly, not guilty; the Imposition clear'd,

138Hereditarie ours.

139Her. By this we gather

140You haue tript since.

141Pol. O my most sacred Lady,

142Temptations haue since then been borne to's: for

143In those vnfledg'd dayes, was my Wife a Girle;

144Your precious selfe had then not cross'd the eyes

145Of my young Play-fellow.

146Her. Grace to boot:

147Of this make no conclusion, least you say

148Your Queene and I are Deuils: yet goe on,

149Th' offences we haue made you doe, wee'le answere,

150If you first sinn'd with vs: and that with vs

151You did continue fault; and that you slipt not

152With any, but with vs.

153Leo. Is he woon yet?

154Her. Hee'le stay (my Lord.)

155Leo. At my request, he would not:

156Hermione (my dearest) thou neuer spoak'st

157To better purpose.

158Her. Neuer?

159Leo. Neuer, but once.

160Her.What? haue I twice said well? when was't before?

161I prethee tell me: cram's with prayse, and make's

162As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tonguelesse,

163Slaughters a thousand, wayting vpon that.

164Our prayses are our Wages. You may ride's

165With one soft Kisse a thousand Furlongs, ere

166With Spur we heat an Acre. But to th' Goale:

167My last good deed, was to entreat his stay.

168What was my first? it ha's an elder Sister,

169Or I mistake you: O, would her Name were Grace.

170But once before I spoke to th' purpose? when?

171Nay, let me haue't: I long.

172Leo. Why, that was when

173Three crabbed Moneths had sowr'd themselues to death,

174Ere I could make thee open thy white Hand:

175A clap thy selfe, my Loue; then didst thou vtter,

176I am yours for euer.

177Her. 'Tis Grace indeed.

178Why lo-you now; I haue spoke to th' purpose twice:

179The one, for euer earn'd a Royall Husband;

180Th' other, for some while a Friend.

181Leo. Too hot, too hot:

182To mingle friendship farre, is mingling bloods.

183I haue Tremor Cordis on me: my heart daunces,

184But not for ioy; not ioy. This Entertainment

185May a free face put on: deriue a Libertie

186From Heartinesse, from Bountie, fertile Bosome,

187And well become the Agent: 't may; I graunt:

188But to be padling Palmes, and pinching Fingers,

189As now they are, and making practis'd Smiles

190As in a Looking-Glasse; and then to sigh, as 'twere

191The Mort o'th' Deere: oh, that is entertainment

192My Bosome likes not, nor my Browes. Mamillius,

193Art thou my Boy?

194Mam. I, my good Lord.

195Leo. I'fecks:

196Why that's my Bawcock: what? has't smutch'd thy Nose?

197They say it is a Coppy out of mine. Come Captaine,

198We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, Captaine:

199And yet the Steere, the Heycfer, and the Calfe,

200Are all call'd Neat. Still Virginalling

201Vpon his Palme? How now (you wanton Calfe)

202Art thou my Calfe?

203Mam. Yes, if you will (my Lord.)

204Leo. Thou want'st a rough pash, & the shoots that I haue

205To be full, like me: yet they say we are

206Almost as like as Egges; Women say so,

207(That will say any thing.) But were they false

208As o're-dy'd Blacks, as Wind, as Waters; false

209As Dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes

210No borne 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true,

211To say this Boy were like me. Come (Sir Page)

212Looke on me with your Welkin eye: sweet Villaine,

213Most dear'st, my Collop: Can thy Dam, may't be

214Affection? thy Intention stabs the Center.

215Thou do'st make possible things not so held,

216Communicat'st with Dreames (how can this be?)

217With what's vnreall: thou coactiue art,

218And fellow'st nothing. Then 'tis very credent,

219Thou may'st co-ioyne with something, and thou do'st,

220(And that beyond Commission) and I find it,

221(And that to the infection of my Braines,

222And hardning of my Browes.)

223Pol. What meanes Sicilia?

224Her. He something seemes vnsetled.

225Pol. How? my Lord?

226Leo. What cheere? how is't with you, best Brother?

227Her. You look as if you held a Brow of much distraction:

228Are you mou'd (my Lord?)

229Leo. No, in good earnest.

230How sometimes Nature will betray it's folly?

231It's tendernesse? and make it selfe a Pastime

232To harder bosomes? Looking on the Lynes